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solitude - blog 1

october 4th, 2025.

do people still read blogs online? i suppose its a certain died-out way of browsing along other peoples' lives. nowadays, many individuals document their experiences through videos and visual media posts.

anyhow, i used to write. a lot. i was previously working on a [now-abandoned] novel idea, until life got busy and the usual excuses a person would have for not committing to a passion hobby. 

the blogs i'll be posting are personal. snippets of my life and the way i perceive things. the occassional opinions on varied matters dropping here or there. is that enticing enough for strangers online to take an interest in me?

a journal, a blog, a diary of some sort. nothing special. thousands of these swimming around the internet. mine will get lost in the archives as the world moves on.

this blog is called solitude, me sharing a bit of insight in my social life.

a bit weary, really. typical drifted-apart story, a beloved best friend i had for a good while now, to whom i confided and trusted in deeply, kept putting up barriers, acting rather childishly, going out of his way to act awfully rude - one might say he's even abrasive - and for what? he owes me no explanation but i sure would love one.

our friendship started off very fun, sincere. as time went on, he seemingly did care less and less about it. he shut me down when i wanted to hang out - just for me to see him rush on to be with other people instead. he opened up to complete strangers, embracing them utterly and completely, while years of effort on my end earned me the right to simply observe him do so. a brotherly, sisterly bond to an extent, when i confided my troubles, i was met with bitter, unenthusiastic annoyance. a usual problem within most peoples' social lives. truly nothing unique, i know. it's predictable, and that's exactly why readers may find it relatable to a certain level.

i did my best to communicate. he ignored me, but mentioned if he has a problem, he'd say so.

now, there's hardly a connection, just a best friend that i once knew. 

i know people change. but it's hard to catch up with how much difference there is actively implementing in my life and those i care about.

i mourn the lovely connection i did have with my best friend. unfortunately, im quite quiet, i dont branch out a lot. in the end, it was only ever him by my side, others as casual acquaintances that i know ill only get well along enough with to greet each other in the morning politely. so, it does get lonely.

people come and go - i know that perfectly well. though, it stings to see them move on when im still wandering through the times we did have fun together. 

incredibly sappy and cheesy, but im human too.

solitude comes again.