I just read my firend's blog. He writes so well. It feels like he is inside my head. Everything I read of his seems to have come off the tip of my tongue. He doubts himslef as much as I do myself, he thinks the way I do, he communicates in writing in the same way, and yet, when I speak to him in person I feel a coldness from him. Our converstions can only be described as a half-hearted attempt at small talk. I hate it when I feel like I know someone so well but I have nothing to say to them! ARG.