Peace at last

I've been writing in my journal lately - not journaling, but poetry and dumb emo shit that I just need to spit out of my head. And of course I've been doing it around midnight or 2 am when I can't sleep and it seems insomnia has me again.

I'm settling in nicely to being with me, myself, and I. I'm enjoying it. I'm finally settling into celibacy in a good way now. There's so many things I like doing, from watching Top Gear, sketching, writing poetry and turning them into lyrics, to walking around and taking in the aire. I like my hobbies, I like what I do, I just need to do it more. It's been fun.

I think I've cut out a lot of the fat in my life - the people that were on the peripherals that took up my time but didn't give back to my holistic well being. I no longer have any of those guys that want something from me. And by guys I mean people in general. I detest and loathe stingy people, people that count pennies amongst friends, people that think others owe them something. I now only have people around me that give me a sense of well being, that give freely of themselves. I'm learning to listen to my intuition more. It's always been there, telling me what's good and what's bad for me. I just never listened this much before. And it's been wonderful.

I'm finding peace at last.