Some things never change

You lose one constant in your life and suddenly everything begins to regress to the the starting point. 

I want to drink all the time.  I'm becoming an insomniac again.

Trends always repeat themselves, that's why they become trends.

If this keeps up, I'll have a peice of shit best friend who "loves" me and live in San Francisco amongst glue huffers again.

One good side of this regression is the increase in self-reflection and the effect it has on my writing.  It's good to feel semi-creative for the first time in ages, even if it means losing myself to my madness again.

There are other advantages. 

I'm more independant, even though it means being horny and mentally unstable. 

I'm more socialable, even though it's a result of increased alcohol consumption. 

I'm more spontanious, even though it means putting myself in more stupid situations.

I thought I was a changed women, but you can never know anything for sure until you test it, which is what I'm doing now.

I know now I never really changed, I was just laying dormant, in a pleasant sleep and now it's time to wake back up and face the truth again.