I didn't realize how theraputic writing is. Even though the majority of the shit I write is random B.S. My mind runs constantly, and it is exhausting the majority of the time. Maybe it's just the constant flow of people when I jump job to job that wears on me. I used to be obssessed with being around people all the time. Now I can't wait to be by myself with no t.v., no music (which is surprising), nothing. It may be a part of aging, or just the security you build in yourself. Over the years I've been weeding out the people that really mean nothing to me. If you don't know what's going on in my daily life, I really just don't invest anytime telling, explaining, complaining, etc. There are a handful of real people in this world. I'd rather come across one every so often and save my breath for somebody that actually gives a shit.