I noticed everyone's slowly starting xanga accounts that no one knows about, where they can say their thoughts without fear of others reading it and complicating everything. I thought about it, but I've decided to just keep this and write it all here. However I won't get to have fun like the rest of you's by making you's search for it, but there more than likely will be private entries that are posted on my other one.(If you don't know my other one then you truly are useless.. lol.) But ohh well. I really don't care whether or not you read this. Writting = Therapy. :) Usually my thoughts to write about, occur after I've turned off the lights and decided to call it a night. But my mind decides not to let me sleep... So I end up having to turn the lights back on, grabbing a pen and some paper, and scribble it down. Then find the time to type it all up. Like now.. I’ve been crying myself to sleep lately. Thinking too much will do that to you. I can’t help it. Lately I haven’t felt much like myself. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had much counseling last week. But I have it tomorrow so that’s good. Yeah, I go to counseling some of you knew that, others didn’t; now everyone who has read this knows. It doesn’t make much of a difference whether or not you know. I’ve given up caring, I’ve realized it’s more difficult to keep it all in and not share it then go ahead and tell everyone. So from now on everything is written. Well most things. Read it, don’t read it, doesn’t matter to me. I find writing to be a sort of therapy, as do many others. After I write about it, it’s as if it’s been released and it no longer bothers me. Or at least that’s how it was, but not lately.. This was 2 notes that were written sometime last week..