Friday, June 4, 2010
I am getting to that point. Paranoia (not really... but really) sets in and every unpredictable thing makes me nervous. It's clearly all about me, right? Wrong. It never is. Then I feel worse for even thinking for that fleeting moment that it could be about me. Even this post has become about me to a greater extend than I expected it to. I suppose... since it is my life... it has to be about me in some way. I don't want it to be though. I want it to be about everybody else, but I want to be part of their life because my life is all about their life. I think I just said some really straightforward stuff and for no purpose. Or, if there were purpose, it was to sort out my mind. Yeah okay shuddup.