criticaloversite

A busy schedule and me usually do not get along this well...but things seem to be smoothing out. The problem now lies in the realm of indescribable frustration. Now, I not only seem to have broken the tap to my former creative juices, but even if they were flowing I would not have time to persue them.

Not that I have any people to persue them with. That's a bummer, I suppose in the sense that, on top of some other changes I'm attempting to make in my life, I'd also like to aleviate the feeling of perpetual loneliness I tend to have. I have alot of people I'd call my friends, but the strong connection which I seek seems to be ellusive. I watch certain folks who have this. I can feel it radiating off of them when they're together, this perfect exchange of life.

Perhaps I seek this because I need it. I can't really validate myself otherwise. I'm just "one of those people", I suppose.

Oh, and I don't remember who that kid in the new picture is. I just remember he tried to kill me with the sparkler because apparently he was told I was the reason it began to rain that day, thus ruining his pyro-driven playtime outside.

I could handle no responsibility so grand.