I use to write so much, and I don't even know what to type anymore.
There is so much going on inside my head I cannot even begin to put it into words.
It seems like everything is going on too fast, and I cannot catch up enough to know what exactly is going on.
Does that make sense?
(This is not boyfriend related - for once.)
I need to work with time, instead of against it. That's my greatest downfall.

I've come to a grand conclusion that drama doesn't follow me.
It rides on my back.
And I let it. Good/Bad? I don't know.
I'd rather laugh than cry, and I've been doing a lot of laughing.
HAR HAR HAR, Bitch! HAR HAR HAR!

This isn't meant to be a 'deep livejournal' post, so there is NO deeper meaning than what I'm saying.
Or maybe there is, and I refuse to see it.
Life will go on, with or without me 'on board'. Let's just smile and nod, kids.