far from
who you are when you are alone is who you really are.
is that really true? if so, i'm in big trouble.
i think most people view themselves as the protagonist in the novel of life, but sometimes i fear that i'm just the novelty side character. or perhaps i'll be the wise old cook, once i've been working in fast food for another thirty years or so.
(i don't think that it's about me. it's never about me, is it?)
i get incredibly depressed about things that should not matter to me.
i can't seem to write about anything besides myself any more. i hate the diary for this reason. but i still come here.
one of these days, i'll look back on all of this. one of these days, this will all be over with. one of these days, i'll be gone.
what do you think about that? more importantly, why?