I think too much

"God...keep him safe from screaming voices...They actually knelt down and prayed for me...Lord I won't cry over anything at all, over anything at all." --Blue October, "HRSA"

Yes, I think too much. Meh.

And I'm thinking about...stuff.

You know, if you never deal with something, it'll eventually come back and hit you. You'll have to deal with it eventually. And it sucks when it comes back. And people won't know why you're sad, because it's already been past the acceptable time to deal with it. But I'm sure that last notion is a figment of my imagination.

All the while I think about my future, and it scares me. The blankness scares me, the solitude scares me. I don't want to be alone. But I think I have to learn to be alone, in some sense.

My past is just that, past. I can't let go yet.

I don't laugh as much. I need to change that. Somehow.

Arg. But as it is, I get to go run around and be more busy. No more reflecting for the morning.