So I can't sleep, again, and I find myself here, at this computer, typing to no one, on my blog that nobody reads. Damn I can get myself down real fast. Eh, I know that despite my online persona I am a successful person in my own right. I am happy and in love. Nobody tells me what to think. I don't owe anyone anything. At the same time I see my life as one thing after another. One long chain of events one leading to another down a path that I can't really say that I can see the end of. But I am ok with the fact that I can't, it makes the day to day stuff more interesting. Long story short I sit her typing and realize that I really am happy, that nothing in this world could stop me from being such. On that note I say goodnight.