Okay, so i sat down last night before bed, and tried to write, bc i had a million things running through my head. I didnt get jack shit. Im not nearly depressed enough to write anything worth reading. Funny part is, im not even all that happy. I mean, sure, im not sad... but its not like im unusually happy or anything. Most of the time, anyway. This is upsetting. I think its times like these where i kinda want something to go wrong. . .like im almost waiting for things to come crashing down. Is that weird?