As I started reading this, I'd like to think I know who you are. I hope and wish terribly hard that you are who I think you are. I am afraid of guessing, as I might be wrong. Instead, I shall ask you a question so I can be sure: Did you join my CB camp story?

That is beautifully written! Please don't leave us! We love every Chatterboxer here, and really, don't think that you're getting further away from us. You are not imaginary. You are not hollow. You are a real, live person, and we don't want to slip through your fingers!

There is one more thing:

I am tired, sick and tired of the lists on CB.

List as many CBers as you can think of? I'm probably not there.

Who is your best CB bud? Not me.

Who do you admire? Who will you compliment? Who will you picture? Never, ever me.

And it makes sense, it does. In it's own bitter way, it seethes with logic, because this is the ultimate picture of my life.

Do you know that nobody goes out of their way to talk to me?

Do you know that nobody considers me their "best friend"?

Well, someone did, someone whom I've seen less than periodically in the three years that she's been gone.

I don't know what to think of it.

I'm not one of the more prominent CBers. Not even close. I just hang around.

And, Rosebud, I'm pretty sure you think I'm Sydney. I'm not her, though I do miss her very much. I've only been absent from the CB about a week.

But I don't know if people would notice it if I left for a month. All week, I've been searching for someone addressing me, and asking where I am. I suppose that a week isn't that long.

Who am I? I'm thinking of changing this pseudonym to "YouProbablyCan'tGuess", because I'm sure you won't.

Oh, Rosebud, once you said I was one of your CB buddies.

Once.

But that was before I started folding myself inwards, shrinking into a shriveled version of how I used to be on the Chatterbox.

I'm being too melencholy right now. I'm sorry.

On a happy note, I just got back from this awesome jewelry making class! We were working with polymer clay today. It was AWESOME! 

Wait a minute! I just realized that you aren't Rosebud. Sorry about that. Forget the parts where I was addressing Rose.

There are so many people.

SO many people who I miss.

Miss so much, it hurts inside me.

I don't know.

I don't know if you are one of them.

I won't guess.

But.

Whoever you are. 

Remember, we are here for you.

No matter what you may think, you are not forgotten.

And there is someone, for whom your absents hurts.

Hurts inside them.

Like it does for me.

Take a hug.

Will you? 

If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that this was made by me. I had to leave for a week, and now I'm lost. I'm lost, and I hate it!  

And I think I'm going to come clean: I am Over the Rainbow. True, I've been posting a few things every two days or so, but in the last week I have just felt very distance. I was being bitter. So, so, bitter.

(breaks open door)

(grabs YouCanProbablyGuess)

(politely forces him/her to sit down)

Friend, come on. You can tell us who you are. As a matter of fact, you should. Anonymity is a cheap disguise.

Are you Somebody? Because if so, I noticed your absence. I'm sorry, but you'll need to stop hiding behind anonymity if you want me to help.

Also, if you really want help, stop waxing poetic. I did that a while ago. It ended badly.

PLEASE tell us who you are!

~Brookeira 

For the record, I guessed that it was you before I read your post. Yes, you are one of my Best CB buddies. What are you talking about you aren't missed?