The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.

-Chuck Palahniuk

Enter Stephanie Kate, standing in all her glory; five foot two and three quarter inches tall, pajama pants a size too big, no shirt, a bottle of water in her hand and the light smell of cigarettes in her hair that you would only be able to smell if you were to hug her. Too much black make up on for a sunny day and a disheveled ponytail that sits oddly well on her head. She opens her mouth to speak but quickly stops herself and turns around to walk away. You read "Imagine" on her back and let your mind wander to John Lennon instead of thinking about what she's not saying.

Exit Stephanie Kate.

My mind, which seems to be a usual topic of my three minute monologues on this thing, is doing that thing it always ends up doing. Consider this a world-wide warning; I'm fixing to get rid of just about everything. Luckily for just about everything I change my mind more than I speak. I've ended friendships, destroyed relationships, run away, made new friends, made good decisions, made bad decisions and made no decisions at all at least seventeen times within every hour of every day this week, and every time I fixed them all over again and un-did my damage.

It's on repeat in my fickle little mind.

It's on every billboard I drive past.

I read it in every word on every page of every book I read.

I hear it in everything.

But I don't do anything which, as I said before, is lucky for just about everything.

I'm not a fan of having things on repeat; it's boring. And the only way to take what's boring me and make it intertesting is to do something unexpected.

Really though, none of it should be unexpected. If I act on anything I'm thinking I hope it doesn't come off as too unexpected because if it does than clearly people do not know me.

That heartless feeling I've grown apart from is returning.

I'm starting to feel complete indifference again, but this time with more consistency.

I wake up indifferent; I go to sleep indifferent.

Even my dreams have found new ways of entertaining my bored and fickle mind.