an overly active mind that is.
i think way to hard about way to many things. really if i were simplifying, that is how i would say it.it's not that i stress or get anxiety, really not at all. i just think and think and analyze and disect every little thought.
the words i write, and why they aren't coming out correctly, or if they're even conveying my thoughts accurately enough.
i think about people, a lot a lot about people. about that family that came into work last night. or the girl who i could tell was almost in tears. or the kids i went to efy with. and how they changed my life, and i wish we didn't all have to leave. i think about my friends, and deep conversations we've had. and the things they're going through, and things i've been through.
of course i think about boys and the ones i liked or do like or don't know if i like in that sense or the past or the future, or ones that like me and i'm not sure how to handle it, or if i should even do anything about it, or just let it be.. and all the feelings that muddle up inside me, and i know i need to set them free, soon.
and i think about how school is starting, like, soon, and i really am so excited. but there are a couple little things i'm just praying will work out right.
and i think about cross country, and work, and student council, and people some more, and music, and piano, and life, and outfits, and sleeping, and...
and all these thoughts and guaranteed millions more, just pile up. i know some will be useful so they are carefully set into a stack somewhere in the side of my mind, but all the frivolous and insignificant ones get caught up in there too and soon it's just a big mess.. like a room that needs to be cleaned, starting out fairly clean and organized and then everything just builds and builds as life goes on.
blogging helps. it's time to blog more again. for real this time. theraputic, most definitely.
that was refreshing.. and might happen often.
annnnd... that's all.
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