Anything I start to write about sounds trite. Like it's been done and said before. Any topic that comes to mind, that seems "important" to me at that particular moment, just feels so...cliche. Even what I'm saying right now seems that way, really. But is that really such a bad thing? I guess that's not necessarily what I was saying. I feel like I've only just begun figuring out who I am these last 2 years I've been "clean and sober" from opiates and benzos. How cliche is that? My emotions were stunted, my personality was stunted. How cliche is that? There's like, pretty much no point in even addressing it, except for my own personal satisfaction or something, I guess...I've always been a very passionate person, I see that so clearly now. Nothing's really changed. I'm exactly who I'm supposed to be, and that's all I need to keep thinking. No turning back, no dwelling on anything, no nothing. Now it's really just all about how to hold myself back in some areas, and make myself go forward in others. And yet, just be content and at peace, all at the same time. Man, healing skin from a bad cut is pretty gnarly...and painful. Almost as bad as the cut itself, when it first happened. I feel like it's been relatively easy for the most part to let rationality (or at least try as much as possible) guide my basic decisions and actions, but my thoughts on the other hand...are still filled with emotion and contradiction. I feel like I'm in love with one of my boyfriend's friends. As wrong as it may be, and as wrong as it may feel...it is something I feel like I somehow have come to a conclusion on, based on some crazy curiosity I acquired and have tried my best to fulfill, based on compilings of what info I've gotten, based on how I feel when I see him, when I hear about him, when I talk to him...it sounds crazy, it feels crazy. And yet, I can't deny how I feel...and I won't. I am a believer in fate. So I'm actually no