I wish I could put all my thoughts in a jar. I think too much. Thinking too much causes me to over think and analyze things I don't want to deal with. It gets to much for me to handle and I panic. I shut myself down and go to war with myself. I'm tired. I'm sick of being tired. I don't like who I am, but I have to live with it. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm sick of feeling sad. Sick of wanting things and people I can't have. I want to be at peace with myself for once, to be happy and think about things that doesn't send me over the edge.


Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.