I haven't liked what I've been writing lately.
Something's off, something�s out of place.
I can't put my finger on it, but I know I don't like it.
I think I'm losing control over everything.
My life was controllable a little while ago, it was simple, it was repetitive, I knew what was coming and I knew how to deal with it.
Now, I don't know what�s coming, life is sporadic and out-of-control.
I may have been bored but I was comfortable.
Now my life is different, and I have finally accepted some change, I am rarely bored and rarely comfortable.
I've pulled my Halo down, and it's dragging me to the ground.
Getting dirty with the people spreading the dirt.
Now I must go make amends to the bends.
Life imitates art...It is sporadic and so are these words...
Maybe that�s why I don't like what I�ve been writing...
They were written in discomfort and without control.
Guess I can kind of make sense of it now...
And that�s how I�ll regain my control.
I will start to understand the chaos which my life has become, and in the chaos there shall become order.
For I will make order of it.
Even what I�m writing now is starting to make sense.
Finally.
13:43587131.2165487 p.m. - 2004-03-20
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