I've had some time to think as of late - lots of time to think actually. Fuck, I have had far too much time to think. I don't go out and have fun anymore and a big part of that is my fault which leads to why I have so much time on my hands that ends up being spent laying in bed, overthinking.

After my second visit of the day to Starbucks, I came home and layed in bed. Bad choice. I realized how much I have grown up in the past year. I know that it's natural to grow up as we grow older but I feel like I have grown five years in the past one. So much has changed when on the surface it feels like it's all the same.

I go to more concerts now than I ever have in my entire life but only to shoot and review them. I hang out with some of my friends at least monthly but we almost always drink over-priced coffee and moan about life while doing so. I sleep, I work, and I "do coffee." I am everything that I never wanted to be.