Last night I had a good time. A really good time. I think it was because I could be myself, completely, and it was ok because these people are real. There is nothing superficial, nothing condescending. Just people, being people. It's an unusual occurrence to me, but a welcome one.
Life has really gotten to me as of late. Every time I wake up the world seems a little darker, a little colder. I know this isn't the case, yet I can't seem to shake the feeling of being poor and alone. I suppose its just part of it. Part of this journey, this great exodus called life, a means to our eternal end. The journey continues, with or without me.
In the film titled "Across the Universe", the statement is made that "music is the only thing that makes sense anymore." I wholeheartedly agree. I find myself escaping more and more into it, creating, in a sense, an alternate existence. One where I control my surroundings. I like it there.
I love this town. I love my friends. I love life.
It just gets difficult sometimes.
