I’ve been writing more again. I like it a lot. It’s good to be able to keep an organized account of days and thoughts. Makes me seem a little less crazy. I’m starting to feel peaceful and at ease. I don’t know why i’m feeling this lightness come over me, but i like it none the less. I like being happy and friendly. I like laughing and still having the smile on my face a minuet after all is said and done. And most importantly I like not relying on anyone else for my happiness. I’m not anymore. I have no one. I have no one and I like it; that’s so weird to me I can’t even begin to explain. I have no one not because everyones horrible as am I, I have no one because for the first time in my life, I realized I don’t need anyone because I have myself. I guess if we want to get in depth I have people, I always have people. I have friends that love me and that I hang out with, but is it really a crime to not want to see them so I can sit in my room and read a book and smoke a blunt? I like my mind and I like how it thinks, sometimes. I like how it’s thinking. And I thoroughly enjoy the company I keep and would never give them up. Like I said though, I like my mind.