I forgot about Xanga... until I realized I need to spill my guts to someone who wanted to listen and since I couldn't find anythone like that, I remembered that I had this, and if anyone wants to read it, they can, at their own risk of course.

 I feel like myself. I've been writing nonstop for weeks and the words that cloud my head are being released in a crazy/beautiful order that I couldn't explain if I tried. But I'm happy, I really am, for the first time that I can remember.

Happy doesn't mean problem-free. It means that I'm too busy living to let people rip through the breath that keeps me this way.

I do feel like I have too much on my plate right now, though. My shoulders are growing heavier by the moment and I'm too busy giving advice away like candy to worry about myself.

I am meeting new people every day. It's the most amazing thing ever and I feel like I've wasted the almost 18 years of my life NOT meeting new people. I love the people i know right now, but the more that enter my life, the more complete I feel because I am seeing a tiny fraction of the world become huge before my eyes.

[Brief momentary lapse in thought... Green Tea is pouring out the sides of my mouth like blood from a vampire... but I'm still drinking from this can and swallowing faster and harder.]

 I'm asking for more life, because I can't get enough.

If only some of you could get inside my head five times over and see what I see.

But then, you'd be missing out on your own outlook.