I've been alone all along
Nine weeks down the shitter. Surprise! Things always dissapate after a while. Feelings become boredom and too familiar. Anything new seems intriguing. Happens over and over again. "I need to find myself..." Take some yoga classes, burn some incents. Toss him to the back of the closet and pick out a new outfit. Excuse the interruption of journal entries. Never really got into it at the start. But I get my car today (hopefully) I'm going for a Blood Red Mustang or a Screaming Yellow Ranger. Fierce... I know. Go see BarberShop 2; it's really funny.