Reading harold_maude's journal

In hindsight I wish sometimes I didn't do the things I end up doing.
Like yelling into the halls of this place and asking where everybody has gone. I miss reading the writing of other people.
I miss alot of things, and have missed much.

I really wish I hadn't yelled at the top of my lungs. I make mistakes and errors, and it doesn't take long for me to understand what I did wrong.
I'm greatful that it doesn't take long. Spending months in a place that my bad choice creates is not something I enjoy, the aftermath is generally not good.

So my appoligies again, I did it at the post and now I'm doing it here. I appoligize for yelling and wanting to know if anyone was out there.

Over the last two years I have learned that many people with brilliant minds and voices have left the building, all that's left is what they had to say.
Some of them I got introduced to durring that two years and at the same time I learned that they were dead.

When I got back here, I found myself wondering..some people were still here, that's a good thing.
They are still ok.

As I have been reading over old threads I found a discussion about this place dying. Martin, which when he was writing here, had powerful things to say. That stupid post that I wrote started there and was added to when every time I have come here since I got back and found last posts and journal entries from over a year ago.
It made me wonder, where have all the writers gone?
Is there anyone still out there?
Has life overwhelmed them and burried them under too much...and in that place I made a bad choice to write something I wish I could take back because it has offended some of the best people I know.
I am so sorry for making that bad choice.

Very sorry indeed...

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.