Small things turn me into a whirlwind of anxiety. too much paranoia and caffeine is probably the cause. I'm just trying to get over it and move on. But it's hard. I feel myself turning off somehow. closing up.
Having a week of simplicity was nice, but it makes the complications of day to day existence that much more overwhelming. Love, life, and relationships are trying at times. I need to learn to talk more about real things. I find myself inside my own head and i don't know how to get out, save for beer and cigarettes. My closest friends, and bitter enemies. They keep me quiet, and singing along, even when i don't know all the words.
Sometimes i feel though that i'm at a point in it all where i just shouldn't care anymore about the shit i can't change. "Give it back to the universe", as my friend Adam used to say. Words of wisdom i've never forgotten through it all.
