whoo for never being able to finish anything I do. I wish I had a better sense of commitment, I don't think I have committed something full heartedly ever. Is that any way to live? Apparently not because in no way is it rewarding.
Tomorrow I am donating blood. I want to make this a habit. Lets see if I can commit? I have my doubts. If I pass out I won't be surprised.
I'm afraid to get close to people. Thats something I have noticed lately also. I would like to say I am close to my various forms of best friends but in all reality I just feel like a Pandora's box of sorts. I hold their secrets, I hide their lies, their fears, their lusts, their anger. Which is just find and dandy, I am not complaining about that in the slightest. I just, don't return the favor and quite frankly my pensive is on the brink of over flowing. I just don't have it in me to complain or share about how I feel like they do. So I guess this is why I turned to blogging? To rant? Sure.
All this is is a cacophony of words webbing copious thoughts into one place. Spiffy.
I have nothing else to say, but as soon as I publish this I will think of more as my own thoughts and secrets float to the top.