i'm tired.
i just got home from working a 16 hour day.
no, i'm not joking.
the funniest part: tomorrow, i apply for a second job.

i think i need the work and the stress it forces me to endure,
for whatever reason.
maybe it's my excuse.
maybe it's my ticket away from the meaningful social interactions i choose avoid in my life.
despite all my antics and social capabilities,
i think i embody more of a loner persona.

when i was about 10,
i spent the majority of my time alone in my room,
listening to my radio, dancing and singing by myself in front of my mirror, and creating fantastic worlds and stories either on paper or with my action figures.
usually characters had to prove themselves to each other before defeating a greater enemy.
i remember death always playing a major role too.

i had a childhood friend that i used to play with,
where we used to do kinda the same thing,
except we would act it out ourselves...
...i always made myself die.
she used to come up with ways to revive me so that we could keep playing,
but i always insisted that once you were dead you couldn't come back to life.
she hated that game, oddly enough i loved it...