Nothing to say

Over the last few months, I found that I've lost the ability to express myself in a healthy manner. I don't write in my journal, nor do I really blog anymore. When things upset me, I try my best to avoid talking about it or I just ignore it. Honestly, I think half of my feelings and thoughts are ridiculous and juvenile anyways. I try not to be "that girl" who bitches and whines, because at the end of the day... no one cares.

You ever think, "is this it? is this what I wanted to do at the age of 23?" Sometimes, I think I'll wake up and I'm only 10 years old, and that the past 20 something years was just a really long dream foreshadowing my future. Am I the only crazy person who thinks about this shit? Still not sure where I'm going with this entry or how I really feel about gay sharks (Glee reference!) but I'll end with this line from the song "Drive" by The Cars:

"you can't go on, thinking nothing's wrong"