I swear something died in my room! There is this stench and I cannot find it for the life of me. No this is not the reason I have named this journal so. Ever realize how much of us dies as life goes on? I mean really, Mr. Deeds was right. For those business men, if they ran into thier sixth grade selves they would beat the crap out of themselves. What part of us is dying though? Do we even realize we're dying? I mean, there was one day I really did just wake up and go, what the heck have I become? And what happened to the old me? I mean really, if we could split ourselves into many pieces and walk around with them it would end up one day you walk into your room an there is a dead body there. And you go, "Oh my gosh, something died! Oh wait...that's me. How sad." Then you toss it out the window and move on. I do agree with the point that change is often necessary, but I also think that we need to stop and look at ourselves every now and then and really ask, "Who are you?" I have yet to be able to answer that question. Because some piece of me dies and I change. I suppose there is a piece born for every piece that dies, but will this piece survive much longer? I think though that if we actually look at who we are and what we do, we sometimes come back going,"I am a jerk!" The question then is, can we change that? Well, we can, do we want to? Or do we try to stick with the now dying part as it looks safe and secure? Piece, and cheers to insanity.