The annoying thing about knowing real people on twitter is that you can’t always say what you’re thinking.
So I want to go on and on about how I’ve felt like shit lately, how I’m completely unmotivated, completely confused, can’t get from point a to point b without overanalyzing c-z, blah blah blah. And it’s not life or death. And it’s not the end of the world. And it’s not something that people should be concerned about. Well, not anymore than they should normally be, I guess.
But it’s how I feel and it’s what I’m thinking and no I can’t keep that inside all the damn time because that shit is hella exhausting.
And the whole reason I liked twitter was because I had people who could understand either because they went through it too or because they were sensitive to it. I could get a cyber hug and no it’s not the same as a real hug but wtf, sometimes that’s too complicated.
Whatever, I’m all over the damn place and I feel like tumblr is now my only outlet.
ARRRRGGGGGGGG!
