I've gotten in the habit of writing in a real, tangible, journal. Not my thoughts, though. More proses and short stories. Truth is, I like what I write. I feel like I might have a future. I've also gotten in the habit of not over-analyzing lyrics. I don't know how successful I'll be on songmeanings now, but I was never too successful anyways. Looking back, it seems as if all I've ever wanted was for people to like me. I guess it still holds true. I'm glad I wrote that stuff, even if nobody ever saw it (truth be told, it's all a little boring) because now I know I've grown up in some small way. Grown up or stopped caring.