There is so much to write, but life doesn't wait for you to get it all down.

September has been good, I think I'm getting ready to do something great if I can all the pieces to fit in nicely.

I'm a little lonely at the moment, mostly because of my own state of mind.

I just walk through everything that happens everyday and I keep searching, asking, and wanting some sort of PURPOSE.

I am fueled by passion, a love and need to express myself in the only way I know i'm good at doing.

But is that enough to live a life on?

What is the alternative? The only ones I see are soulless and are filled with less meaning than what I am doing now.

I can't shake the feeling that something catastrophic is going to happen in my life time that will force me to shift from "living" to "surviving"

It's so fucking pretentious and sounds so stupid, but this thought can't escape my physique.

Blah, I can't even spill my thoughts out here completely, whenever I feel like writing here a million things come up and I forget what I wanted to document.

Love: competition.

I'm a competitive person, but I wish I had better strategy sometimes.

Love: Love.

That's more like it.