I have been thinking that I need to write, I have so much pint up aggression. I have so much to say and I can't find the words to say it. This semester has been the roughest for me...but I have been smiling all along because I don't even know whats been going on with me...but enough of this melancholy stuff...
Let me get back to being me...
The fun stuff that makes my life exciting isn't exciting me...WHAT does that mean?