chuckle

just listen to the laughter.

what the hell is going on?

yesterday i got together with a good friend who knows how to ask the hard questions. i've missed that and didn't even realize it. as we talked it began to dawn on me how many things are going on that I'm not even paying attention to. maybe it's that I don't care. or maybe I'm too worn out to think about it. but it was sad to realize that I've given up my self-analization. I don't even know what's going on inside of me these days.



how does this stuff happen?



then I ran across this letter from an old friend that reminded me of another world. who that letter makes me out to be is so far from who I am now. the predictions made about my life are disappointingly wrong. it's discouraging. and daunting. that same friend once told me that he'd lost hope. me too.



I don't know how I got here ... so how do I get out?