So I've been sitting in my room, telling myself I need to fill the world of web with my inspirtational words. But then, this thought came to mind. Who is even listening? Do the things I say even make a difference. It seems like i'm the one there for everyone, and I refuse to let anyone else in.
Nothing is easy. My therapist described me as having "self-destructive tendencies."
But is that any worse than having a false feeling of control? Everyone thinks their in control, when in all reality, it's matter over mind, not mind over matter.
Eh, I wish i could say that and mean it.
Logically thinking can be a dangerous road. I sometimes wish I was the one who never actually thought through something. I'm so analytical, it's like no matter what I can't turn off this constant critique. These scrutinizing thoughts, these never-ending assumptions.
-------------------------------------------------drama.
P.s
Today I discovered left-handed scissors. 17 years of sorrow, gone.
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