How are you:

I'm okay, which is actually a good thing I think. Contented, not overly stimulated or bored.

How are your relationships:

Some could be better, some are. I'm trying to take the advice of my elders. Take things slow, have fun. Young people can get carried away in devising these grand romantic (platonic or not) alliances, restricting their minds and beliefs in order to have defined happiness. This is the time when we need to be taking risks, not with our hearts necessarily but our minds and preconceived notions of what we thought we were.

Why:

When you are alone, or single, nothing really holds you. Naturally, all we think about is ourselves and how others relate to us. With every single thing we do, how charitable or seemingly selfless, we are only concerned with one world: me. With a mate, we take on the responsibility, consciously or unconsciously, their ego and concern ourselves with how others view them. Alone this task can be weighty, especially when you are young. Another person could cause catastrophes daily. When people are overly dependent on other people, their self esteem is so low they can't bare the load and wish it on someone else. Overly confident people are fixated.

Society can all but try to penetrate our minds, but in reality (in its truest form) we are left completely to our own. I could go on about society and law and how we created them in our image so therefore blazy blah corruption  blah blah but I'm not going to. 

Why:

I'm attempting to explain something, but I'm not sure what exactly. I think people need to stare out the window at the trees being thrashed about in the wind and feel moved more. Nature scares me. I feel like its my constant companion, whether I like it or not. In the silence that almost always catches me, I can hear this earth and atmosphere, wrapping itself about my body, trapped. I want to escape to a sky scrapper and peer out the window with one eye. I have as of yet embraced this part of myself and I don't know when I'll be ready.

Why:

I try to talk to you, and I feel only a flattened, reduced size of my words reaches your ears. You wait patiently for the words that make you pull in but they just don't come. I finally have to leave, defeated, pretending to be unsure of my intentions.