The natural forces of human nature have taken over me. I’m running on instinct alone. A part of me feels crazy, like I’m in overdrive and slowly I want to Go back to my introverted self. That’s where I’m happy. But I must say my experiences have been awesome, hilarious, lonely, confusing, boring, mundane, laughable, swoon able, whimsical… I think that saying is true, “only when you’re lost can you truly find yourself”. Swallow some more pills and go deeper down the rabbit hole. Why is it that you always want the one person who doesn’t want a thing to do with you? And miraculously enough, just that little event of lusting and pining can distract you just enough to save you from falling for someone who is seemingly in your face. Life’s mysteries. I’m growing increasingly restless here in Chicago.