What's that? Speak up. I can't hear you.

I was going through my blog in search for an earlier post. By earlier I mean about a year ago. As much as it had me thinking about the garbage I turned some of my time here on earth into, it also showed me something else: I don't blog even half as much as I used to. And I really enjoy me a little blog time. So what the hell? I think it's because as much as I am alive, I simply don't have as much going on as I am used to. I sort of fell into the grind so to speak and it horrifies me because I would much rather be off on my newest adventure (turned nightmare) to be honest. And maybe I am not charging around full throttle but my brain is still as active as ever. Maybe even more so as it usually goes on overdrive when I am not actively searching out my demise. It's crazy in here. I'm going to try and get back into the things I enjoy. I don't really know what happened. It's like I came back to MA and a part of me screamed and died in the process.