The Happier breaks I Get

I often don’t have much time to myself; that, or I have so much I get slumped into massive periods of immense depression. I prefer to be more busy than free, but I’d enjoy finding a rhythm in life. I work, my classes, and immediate family favors; after that, I have some time to drive where I will. More often than not, I drive up to a cemetery to relax- the dead make me feel at peace. Maybe that’s weird; maybe it’s even disturbing, makes me a freak. I just don’t like noise and unpredictable people; so, being around “people” I know won’t disturb me or make any sound makes me feel like I’m in control and gives a sense of washing silence over my mind. A bit poetic there, but hey, it’s true.

I feel like the internet is similar: of course, the people here are usually alive- usually-, but there is the exact same sense of disconnection from life-like interactions; a place where people are as vast and different as the grains of the desert sea. Opinions are thrown out like trash on the world wide web, or guarded close to the heart. It amazes me.

Anyway, thanks for listening to me ramble on about my specific and lame time schedule.

I’ll be posting here more often, and am willing to talk to anyone about anything if they ask me: I promise to try to answer ANY question put before me. Thanks, and have a good night/morning.

Ukina Yakisoba