I think about a lot of stupid shit. Or at least I did. I looked back like 30-40 entries, and its always about boys who broke my heart, or people that I want, or TNG, it always came back to TNG. Why is that? I don't get it. I mean I love it, I obviously love it a lot, enough to blog about, but why, I don't understand why I do, it's just an RP. Maybe that's why. I can't escape life any other way, so I'll pretend to be someone else, just like always. I think I've always been really good at pretending. I don't know, I think I need to stop thinking, I need to stop rambling. I wasn't really scared. Except for the part where I am. Why is it all about me anyways? I'm one of 7 billion people, shouldn't I be thinking of one of the other 7 billion people on the planet? But what if it is just about me, maybe I'm th only one that should matter to me. Maybe not. Too many maybes, I wish I never took philosophy. I really just need a hug. A really long hug, I don't care from who, or for what reason, but I need one, because somebody needs to tell me to calm down, I'm like the freaking flash on a caffeine trip or something I don't even make sense half the time. Whatever. WHATEVER. Also, edit: FUCKING BOYS ~Katie