hard to think of a title:)

I come this far to blog something (its been so long since i even thought about writing) but i feel reluctant to jot down anything...i feel as though am opening a pandora box, unleashing demons (obviously the emotions within) that are so uncomfortable to even acknowledge...whats with me? why am i ready to be dishonest with myself? I am getting caught up in reality and I hate that. Life would be crucifying and so boring if i start living in the real world...my imaginations are the fodder for my soul...I am not sad, just bored, with everything...work, personal life and nothing seems to excite me....not books, music, friends, family or imagination.