Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

I've been told I think too much.
I think about the world, different worlds, people, emotions or lack there of. I contemplate a life so tragic and a death just as beautiful. I question everything.. hell, I question questioning. I seek out answers and I love when there are more than one. When/if I find those answers they only breed more questions. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in the chaos of my thoughts. I don't think I'd have it any other way. 

It's difficult for me to stay on one topic in a conversation with another human let alone in one with the voices inside my mind.

This whole blogging thing is new to me,  I thought I'd give it a shot. To watch my words be read by strangers. It terrifies me. I like it.