I'm told guns don't kill people, people kill people. I guess if that's the perspective we're going for then in the same sense, bombs don't kill people, people kill people.

It's called responsibility for your actions, quit denying it.

.i am dead to the world as the world is dead to me.

And so it is, my thoughts overlap and my mind has become intangled in a web of confusion; no, empathy. I would at least like to tell myself it's understanding, as I have no other explanation for my current state of thought or even being.

I would like to view my adventures or mishappenings as experience.

As I look back on such experience, my memories, I see that I have perhaps been a better or... worse person; opinions are as fruitful as this weather. There are those among my life line that are so judgemental that I can give no further friendship other than a nod; deal.

You've become so indulged in what you expect or want that no one is capable of being themself; you're worse than what you think of them.

I have drawn a map to where I wish to be and that place is unknown; typical. I will make a decision as this year continues to pass me. It will most likely only concern me, as this tends to be my story. I'll see where it takes me when the time comes.

This isn't quite a goodbye, but it is a farewell to some.

Xanga is dumb.

Making money is not.

And Jessica, well... Jessica is great.

Oh sweet child of mine, I've returned after a long expedition to the streets of Huntington. In other words, I'm in Logan and will be for a while. Which also means that I do intend and hope to see many bright faces in the very near future.