one.

so here it is. why would you want to read this? why would i want to write this? i'm assuming it's the seemingly futile attempt to overcome the aloneness that is a constant for all of us.
how can we be enough for ourselves? i don't think we can. some have to keep the fire while others must find food to put on it; and then supposedly others have to artistically portray the hardships of those actually doing the work. not to exclude the fact that most of us are genetically programmed to procreate for the survival of our species...
but to avoid rambling any further and keep this entry a generic introduction: here's an attempt at portraying a piece of me. this will be yet another avenue for honesty... and i'll do my best to be as forthcoming as possible without overstepping any boundaries that may impede upon the emotional well-being of others. though as is in my nature, coming up with topics with which to create a monologue could potentially become a problem... though that would be less to keep up with, and therefore more honest.