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Was that his name? The one from "catcher in the rye"

Man, I feel like him tonight.

Lost, alone

yeah...

yeah, OK, I admit it, lonely

I confess...lonely

I walked into a nearby pub. It used to have poetry readings, I used to go there with a g/f a thousand years ago...or so it seems. Whatever.

I look at the booth we used to sit. No, I don't miss her but I miss something

You know that feeling...missing something.

The girl at the bar give me the eye, she looks me up and down, but then she is suddenly joined by a protective b/f - you know the type - he owns her, he lets the bar know. I sit down, she steals another look. She doesn't want to be with him but she can't leave - she is insecure. She looks at me but...my face is expressionless. She shows alot of leg. Whatever.

I wander the streets, it's still winter here - * * * * , it's always winter in Canada...it fits my mood.

I wish I still smoked, I miss it sometimes...

 

I should go home and go to sleep, I have to work tomorrow. But the apartment is lonely....I will wander some more maybe...

 

I live in a big city, a city full of lonely people, why can't we just meet up somehow?

 

No one will read this post...whatever.

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Whatever...

 

Yes...Holden Caulfield happens to be my hero.

 

Catcher in the Rye is my favorite book.

 

But the fact that you are on here quoting my favorite character from my favorite book says this...

 

You have far greater hope.

 

And you know exactly what I mean.

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