Being Real.

I almost didn't want to write today. My mind has been out of place now and for a while and I have few explanations for it. Nothing bad has happened, nothing terrible, nothing dangerous, nothing even big has happened. I've just been feeling down and I really didn't want to write today with so much negativity in my mind.

Hey all, I'm the bloke who calls himself the Earthian.

But then again I realized that's exactly why I should keep writing. Because it does help me get over things a little bit more. I kind of feel scared, a little nervous, I am wanting to be in isolation more often than not and I am losing my patience. Whatever I used to be confident about have become things I no longer feel I have any control over. Days are passing by so quickly that I'm failing to even comprehend the pace at which I'm wasting my life away. That's exactly how I feel, like I'm wasting my life. I want to be purposeful, I want to be motivated and I want to be someone I can be proud of. I'm not even close to where I want to be. I don't even know what I want to do.

Just thought I'd share.

Love, peace.