I've got to stop talking to my dogs.

I got this blog thing up and running so I could communicate with my friends out there. But what do I do everyday? I come home, see my family, play with the dogs and then sleep. Repeat that every damn day. It's like cabin fever with no end in sight.

I miss all my friends terribly. I've lost touch with most people I know here in Dallas. I've got to get away. I've got to go somewhere. I've got to grow up and be alone. I've got to sink or swim. Fight or flight. I can't do that while I live at home. I can't be myself.

It's not like I'm confident to be myself somewhere else. The first time I moved away, I had a breakdown and came home less than a week later. Nice start. The second time, I had a roomie and that made it easier. Maybe the easy way out isn't what I need at this quarter life crisis point.