Drowning in Air

I used to write.

Writing gave me the escape I needed from reality, even if it was just for a few moments. I would dream (and daydream) about what I would write, and it would take away much stress. I gave up.

I never really thought I would. I used to post my "writings" on sites, and I would have people comment/email/basically talk to me about the things I wrote. It became too much of a commitment for me. I loved it, but I couldn't find the time to actually post my stuff, and when I DID have the time, I didn't feel much like posting.

Sort of made me realize that I don't really know what I want. I'm trying to find out, but half the stuff I tell myself is a lie. Grr. This is all sounding a bit like teen-angst, no?

Controlled Chaos

New to this :/

Sarcasm amuses me beyond anything out there. Well, for the time being anyway. You know what I hate? Having something on your mind and not being able to get it out. I have a lot to think about, and I don't say much. I am ambiguous when it comes to me...I'm not easy to read. I can't talk to my friends. Well, I can, but I choose not to. I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself. Or anonymous, hence this blog.

In any case, this was just a starter...things should begin to blow up pretty soon (not literally).

;)