sentri

I've backed myself into a corner. It's actually pretty good times depending on how you look at it. I'm embracing my more neurotic behaviours, and instead of denying their existence, attempting to find a way to utilize them in day-to-day functionality. I've grown quite tired of trying to be normal, or rather, socially acceptable standard deviation of normal. Anything else feels like a compromise of the worst kind, so caution has officially been thrown to the wind and I'm prepared to feel the most exquisite kind of pains and pleasures.

No choice but to act soon. I'm not working enough to pay my bills, an amusing oscillation of life habits. One month, I pass out from the work, the work, my god, the work. The next, laziness abound. *Chuckles* Still thinking about moving too. Just, you know, packing up and shipping off to some corner of this or another nation. Nothing here for me save for familiarity, and familiarity can be a dangerous thing when changes need to be made. I've seen far too many people convince themselves that they were growing when they were, in fact, running in circles. Well, fuck that.

I suppose I've spilled enough egocentric juice onto this journal for now.