Goddamn...have I really not written a thing since August LAST YEAR!? Fuck...

Wow...

...not sure if anyone even reads my shit (not that it matters). It serves as an interesting timeline. So many things have become unimportant to me and I fear it'll only get worse. I guess it's healthy to be able to have a record of how I used to feel at certain points in time.
Don't get me wrong. The few people I'm close to haven't become any less relevant to me at all, but oddly enough my ability to care about their problems is slowly dying.
Stress is something that I have personally found a way to live without. I live my life with a good understanding of myself and with that I'm able to know what I can and cannot handle. I've found that I can (for the most part) deal with any problem I'm faced with. It's that logic that keeps me stess free. Life is only as hard as you let it become. Unfortunately I seem to be the only person I know who sees the world in this way, so I keep finding it hard to care about the problems of others when I myself don't think of anything as a REAL problem.

It's a wierd thing to write about...I'm sure...but I'd like to see where I go from here. I'm all about understanding myself because I've just about given up the thought of anyone else being able to know me well enough to stop me from becoming someone...I'm not sure I want to be.

FS...