Stayed out late yesterday hanging out with family. Hadn’t seen some of them like over a year. In this city everybody bends to their life. You see them now and then you don’t. Need to keep that connection though. The absences leads to awkwardness and hollow conversation. I try not to condemn people. Try not to be judgmental. People got their lives to live so you hang with them when you can and let them be. Dreams change. Experience eats us and spits out cynicism. Everybody gets affected. Some more than others but we all feel the lash of an unforgiving reality. I still hate the regular humdrum existence. I wonder about my true purpose. What’s the point of a normal life? Yesterday I was tempted to rant but I remembered why I came out in the first place.