This is me.

I used to love writing, but now I don’t know why I do it.

I’ve been writing for more than 15 years, on blog or another. This one has been more than 7 years.

What is I want to accomplish writing every day?

I used to know, but now it feels as if anything I or God wants to say, has been said 3 or 4 times. 

I know it does good for someone. 

I know someone reads this blog and they learn.

It’s why I do it. I’m a teacher with no class, just whoever reads what I write.

I think it’s the lack of comments that has me feeling, what’s the point?

Tomorrow I’m going to get stoned and talk to myself, talking to God.  I’m going to Bidwell park as if any of you care.

I’m at peace with how bored I truly am.

I think this place is getting to me.

Today I had people giving me shit because they break the rules.  As if it’s my fault that thry break the rules. 

A guy actually said I was breaking the rules as I went to staff because he broke the rules.

Does any have any idea how disrespectful it is to make others listen to what you want to listen to?

They think they’re entitled. It doesn’t matter who they bother, they don’t give a shit about anyone else but themselves. 

I’ve said this before, hence why this place is getting to me.

It never stops. 

Never.