Real

Shit is getting real. And I don't know how to handle it because I've gotten so used to handling life when it isn't very real. But it's getting real. Real real. Because it's getting real it doesn't feel real at ALL.

I have become very happy in the past two years. But now I think it's time to make myself uncomfortable again. I always need to never get comfortable. There's so much more for me to do and learn.

I am also coming to terms with the fact that I am insane. Actually, shit is getting real because it's insanity. If that makes something real…I don't know. I'm just accepting my insanity.