and its only when i'm truly comfortable

do I feel the unabashed need to erratically and without warning alter my world to the point of no recognition. Its not sadness - it's just comfort. It's a constant and consistent need for nomad.

Maybe I just need to travel. Like, really travel.

Today I revisited

and noticed some patterns. I can tell from my writing when I'm starting to see someone new. I hate my writing when I'm seeing someone new. It's like a desperate cry for attention.

I also write best when I'm procrastinating. Maybe that's why I over involve myself with things. For the 2 hours of supreme stress before deadline that I become excited to write.

Anyway, I really hate my tumblr. It's so public. I guess I'll just come back to blogspot in secret :)