I haven't had much to say lately.
I'm starting to finally understand how old I am. All of the things that I can legally do, and should be doing for the sake of...life, I suppose. I'm not quite to where I should be, but I'm significantly closer, psychologically, than I've ever been.
Childhood is a difficult habit to break.
I'm also starting to notice that I'm not really like anyone I know anymore. I have different tastes in everything, I have different passions and concerns. And there are overlaps, but it's usually the things I marginally care about that I share with others. And that's fine. It really just means that I need to find more people. People who understand my books, my music, my politics, my habit for overanalysing everything in existence (happily).
Nothing is necessary, I just think it would be...entertaining, I suppose.
Most of the things I have left are practical matters. Once I've accomplished those, I might start seeing myself as an actual adult. And wouldn't that be shocking?
Yeah. Really don't have anything to say. Perhaps I should start paying more attention to the events in my life...
revoless.
1:58 p.m.
July 23, 2003.
Listening to: Moss Icon.
Drinking: Water.
Eating: Nothing.