Different

I feel different. Somehow I'm a little more independent. I have a bit of a routine when I'm by myself. There are things I actually do. I get distracted once in a while by trivial things, but still. It's different for a change. Maybe I'm finally growing up? Naw. I think I'm just adapting. If I can get a couple more things (literally 2 major things) together, then maybe I'll be happy. I'm not saying completely satisfied, just happy. Sometimes I feel like I'm still in my thick shell. I haven't really found myself yet. I haven't found my nitch. I'm not entirely comfortable. There are so many things that I want, and I want it the easy way. I've been learning how it doesn't work that way. So much I still have to change about myself. I'll figure it out somehow. I did learn one thing this week. Taking care of myself is hard. haha... that's what I get for being alone for a week. It's so quiet. I have so many demands. It's hard to meet them when they come up. So yeah. I reaffirmed that I'm really really needy.