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I make my titles by the first word that comes into my mind when I think of what I'm going to write about.  I got a call today from home, maybe that's why it slipped in, or maybe because, tday, I actually feel like I'm at home with myself.

Personal has been the word on my mind lately, and I hope I never forget the feeling that has come with it lately.  Let's face it, I've been feeling a little stifled for the past few months.  If you've ever been on the street and seen someone who does not look fine, and you ask them how they are, and they say "fine." Then you've been a victim of the culture we live in.

This is what I mean when I say fine.  "I'm not alright in my own eyes, but if you ask me to explain, I can't."  It bugs me to get personal with people, that's why I usually get personal with paper. There's nothing wrong with people, just too often, I've seen in them and myself that personal stuff is awkward and uncomfortable to deal with a lot of the times. Like Damien Rice says, "it's delicate," and when someone's willing to take that kind of care- it's hard to pass by.

I guess, the unorganized mind I've been allowing to breed inside of me iskind of spitting out thoughts in a crazy stream, but! I'm just glad I have it all down, see, this blog was intended on helping me communicate to other people what my thoughts are- but in actuality, my whole life has been arranged around how other people see me. Trying to set myself on the same level as someone else.  Frankly, that has been a mistake for me-  I am who I am, not someone else, and I want to know you for who you are, even if you don't want to know me for me.