I have writers block. It's awful because I'm increadibly inspired right now, but I can't write anything. I know the words are in my head, I know I could put it down on paper, but I can't right now, and it's really depressing. Maybe it's because I'm so inspired right now, my brain wont accept anything other than perfect to describe it poetically.

Damn, I haven't written in here in a while. Well anyway, today I was filled with an overpowering euphoria. So powerful it wasn't enjoyable. I could feel it surging through my veins....it was almost painful. It's lasted for the whole day, only less intense now....But it's strange because it was compleatly unprovoked, and for a couple weeks before, I was totally stressed out, and anxiety ruled over me with an iron fist. Now my attitude has been totally altered, I don't care about too much, and suddenly I'm getting things done, and taking some responsibility. I have been like this before, but it was about a month ago, and between then and now, I was totally ridden with sadness.....crazy stuff. I should write in here more often.
Untill next time...

Sometimes I would rather be alone. Like today for instance, I chose to stay home instead of going out with my friends. Damnit........now I'm bored.

Bored.........
So what do I do.
I sit here and think about you.
Lazy.........
So I don't have to move.
Just sit here and think of you.
(first think that popped into my head at the moment)

Ok...so recently I've fallen back into my natural state of mind. I don't really care about much, and I don't want to talk to people I don't know very well. Hell, I don't even really want to talk to people I do care about sometimes. Oh well at least I'm comfortable.

HAHA! I'm going to write more in here because someone actually read this!! Remember to message me if you do happen to read it if haven't already done so.
-Today I was happy, I felt pretty good for the first time in a long time. Not for any particular reason though.....strange. You'd think it would set my nerves at rest, but it doesn't, it feels uncomfortable, and down right preternatural(I love that word). Maybe tomorrow I'll still be happy and it will feel alright to me, but for now, in the words of Kurt Cobain, "I miss the comfort of being sad."

Man, I should probably start writing cool things in here. I wonder if anyone will even read this. If you are reading this, message me, and tell me, then I will write more in here.