all around us. it sucks. doesn't it?

learned some disturbing facts. don't want to know anything further. don't want to interact any further. trust is an issue. can only trust a few. but who? i think i know. the rest are just left to turn to ash; drinking, smashing, stoning, fucking. you'll have fun now. but later on, shit's gonna suck.
these random tangents can only get more and more interesting. i want this to more interesting, so i am going to try to write here more and more. making posting on this site similar to that of the 365 project. a post a day. maybe.
i've become more and more socially awkward with people. i've marooned myself from my department, yet, there really isn't too much substance within it, so there's really nothing to worry about. i've departed from the group of individuals i once aligned myself with, now have come to utter disgust in what i have learned, learning that some don't have a hunger to make due in their field of choice, rather, make use of it as a status quo. that's sad. a chosen field, in my eyes, is something that one picks because they see it as a source of happiness or pleasure, rather than being just a job to make money, and at the very least, something that they can label themselves as. pity pity pity.
i'll feel shitty at times for the situation i am in at the moment, thinking back, like a flash before my eyes, of a year ago and the times and how i was undoubtly numb with the intoxication of all my senses. seems like i can actually breath now, but on my own. breathing on your own for only so long can start to get old. it can start to get old and and it can start to get lonely. but i'll have myself and only myself to blame for that. k. keep positive.