A couple of nights ago, I realized that the person I've been the past 2 years is not the person I've always felt. I gave up the idea of hope and was so easily willing to let logic and other bullshit control the way I saw the world. Just because I learn it, doesn't mean I need to believe it. Last summer, I thought I learned more about the world than I ever have. Realistically, I was only masking everything I ever thought by someone else's beliefs to make it easier. I was becoming that person, who didn't want to think, because it was easier. It's a scary thought thinking that if I let myself live like that any longer, I could've been drawn into a life of organized religion and a democratic poltical view.

People will always take more than they give and it'll always leave us scrambling for a purpose. A reason to want to give more than you take. I've never needed a reason and I never want to feel like I do. Living freely doesn't mean finding a purpose. It means finding your own inner peace and feeling comfortable enough to live within yourself, but not alone. Never ever alone.