I don't know what to talk about, but I want to talk about something.
Bleghhhhhhhhh.
I wish I had a little better control over my brain, or more understanding of the world around me. Maybe someday I will.
So math class produces some of my best pieces of writing. I think its because in those moments of pure logic my brain realizes how much it hates organized thinking.
You know when you tell yourself you shouldn't think about something, and you promise yourself you won't and you know that it's a bad idea to, but you do anyway.
I really miss somethings.
I know I shouldn't.
I have opinions but I can't always follow them. Maybe I'm missing something. Whatever. I really don't think it matters in the first place, I just like to pretend that it does. Maybe the fact that I know I'm pretending makes me more realistic, maybe it makes me crazy. I really don't know. I'd like to think that it just makes me more realistic. But that really is kind of a morbid thought. It really is. Because that means that people arent experiencing true reality and there is just a web of lies and misconceptions that entangle and esnare everyone. That means its going to be hard to find the truth. Which is what i'd like to think I'm after.