Entry #7

I felt empty sometimes. Alone. Easy forgotten. I felt like I knew too much truth. Truth that, no matter what I said, no one would listen. I felt like I was alone in a consuming way of thinking. But also the right one.

I wasn't alone in my way of thinking. No, there were people; countries that were changing to the cause I followed. Internet, as a long distance friend, was always there for me.

And it always listened.