I'm on a blog roll.

I pictured a cinnabon with me on top. Imagination = strange.

Actually I think the reason I keep posting is because I don't really know who to say what to. For example, I was looking at Kuya Bryan's blog and I wish I didn't come off as too busy for my family. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But it's not like I have anyone to talk to about it.

How I wish I didn't come off as too busy for them.

How I look like such a loner and passive person now while in Irvine.

How I seem so unsure with life.

I wish I had a friend I can always go to.

I feel like such a bother to those around me.

Everyone's too busy for me.

This is what I get for not being able to retain relationships.

I am too selfish in what I want.

But I don't make the effort.

My lack of incentive to reach for my aspirations is tiring. 

When I was younger I had dreams.

Now, I feel like it's all too late.

I want to stay in bed and sleep.

Sleep my life away. Sleep to dream. 

Thank you Fiona Apple for song title and encompassing my life in such a short phrase. 

I feel like those failed philosophers who end up falling to drugs and sex for the answer. 

Who am I?

What role am I to take in this life?

Is this how far my life measures up to?