Here I am. In bed. Listening to music. Hoping I get some thought I can keep going on with that hopefully doesn’t involve incest, joining the Army, or anything else that may cause an argument. I just don’t need to argue, I’m ignorant. I just don’t feel that it’s worth it.
I feel bad that my cousin is using me as a role model and I’m in love with her, yet she allows me to remind her constantly and she seems willing to do as I please. I understand I shouldn’t take advantage. I’m merely dwelling on it, no need to talk about that.
I would say how is everybody, but I really don’t care. I have grown to be unaware of too much and just don’t care. Every minute or so, I lose focus on what I want to say at all. I lost all motivation to care about what I wanted to say again.
Maybe it is OCD, maybe I’m bipolar, a bit schizophrenic. I bet I do need to see a psychiatrist or psychologist. Only problem is… I don’t seem to show these thoughts when an opportunity other than texting presents itself upon me to tell someone about this way of thinking or my mental behavior. The way I think only happens when I reflect upon myself or text someone my stupid problems. Maybe it’s my wishing I was crazy overexagerrating my thoughts.
Hopefully I make some sort of sense, since I can’t even pay attention to my own writing at all. Hopefully this can spark up a comment that is good. Actually there’s no reason for you to comment.
I would call a depression hotline thing, but the sense of unfamiliar territory discourages me to go for it. I was going to say more, but I forgot…