I'm not really in the mood to write and yet I do it anyway. It helps me to release all my stress. I choose not to bear these burdens of mine. Though they are petty and meaningless I am not stable enough to deal with them properly. I must have and outlet other than razors zig-zagging across my skin and that is why I choose to releave my pains with key strokes. I write because I can't talk to people about all the crazy things that flow in and out of my head...I'd be locked up without a doubt. Maybe thats just what I need though...