guzzlechumpy

Pretty damn lonely lately. I'm so busy all the time, I hardly have time to breathe- and when I do, I realize I'm breathing alone. And maybe that's why I'm doing all these things in the first place. To take up space- though I do love all the activities I do. Some are definitely more important than others. Then, there's the internet. But I'm realizing what a social nerd I am, even in cyberspace. Shutting up and playing the drums is easy. When I come out to join the party, it's not quite so happening. Not so easy to talk. I do read more journals than I actually comment on, but I'm always scared of sounding like an idiot- or sounding shady. You can be taken the wrong way so easily when someone doesn't really know you. And I don't wanna worry about being alone, like some sap- but I can't deny that I share my friend, nikonphoto's concern about it. It sucks man, I know. Maybe I'll go write a song. I can't draw or paint worth a shit. I had the company before. I miss it. I miss her.