gracie

I don't know what to write. Seems when the need to vent is abscent, writing thoughts down doesn't come easy.

But, no, that's not it.

Tonight there are so many thoughts racing around in my head that I can't find a good place to start.

It was a good weekend.
There's a good place to start. I hung out with a friend who reminded me that you never have to settle for sitting around on your ass.

I can't seem to form complete, coherent sentences to describe everything else on my mind, but I'll try.

Things are going so well, but I'm missing someone. It's like a weight resting in my stomach holding everything down...keeping me from being totally happy about anything. I hope that changes soon.

I read a few random journals tonight. Sometimes other peoples' lives make mine seems so small. Is it odd to be jealous of someone else because the struggle in his or her life makes it so much more epic? That sounds even more ridiculous written out than it does in my clouded head.

A psychologist somewhere is reading this having a wet dream.