Its like a dream, but a sad one. Not scary just sad. Here I soberly sit, alone, pondering the meaning of this all. Asking myself, What have I become? Without regrets, as usual. Life is to short for that, but numbed by what has happened. Where has the time gone and where will it go? It is sure to leave us and again a year from now and two years from now I will sit here and write similar words. Avoiding life and responsibility. Perhaps this is the way to live. I have finally realized that life is not pain free as I have been taught to believe by all. Or maybe I just let myself believe that. Its like a dream but it isn't one. It is still sad though, and its always scary. I lied. I do care. It hurts to see you alone and sad.