you ever wonder how much of what happens is determined by fate? how much of our lives is predetermined by who we are? i've made some more time to just think lately...partly cuz i've had so much stuff stolen, and also b/c i've found myself on the road so much lately...

right now i don't really know what to think. all i can do is retreat back into my work and put off everything else. but how much longer can i really do this? the longer i put off all this crap, this worse it gets. but then again, when i do try to stop and reflect, i feel like i'm just moping in my own thoughts and drowning in my sorrows. is there a difference between people who aren't very deep, and people who avoid deep thought?

if i were to die suddenly, i sometimes wonder how people would describe me. oddly enough, i think i'd have a lot of different descriptions from different people. and yet, i don't think i've changed that much over the years. i think i've just shown different sides of myself to different folks, dependent on my moods. so who's the real me?
i've questioned all of this before..and the biggest conclusion i came up with is that i don't really care. kinda like life...