Isn't it so?

I might as well admit that I am only filling a quota of words for this first part, and the phrase which I really want to convey is meager and has probably been said numerous times before, but isn't it fun and engaging to be profound once in a while?

Everything I've done lately has been due to thinking, thinking, thinking, and it never stops. The only peace I will ever get is sleep, and even in my dreams my thoughts haunt me. I am not necessarily unhappy, but that doesn't mean I am happy. I am and that is it. Day after day I just am, it is straining, tiring, and in a way depressing.

I hurt those around me, but I never mean to. I am selfish in my ways of thinking, when previously I have not been. My thoughts are too many and get bunched together all the time I've come up with advice to myself, though I don't know if can really be considered advice.

"To think forever is only better than never having a thought to think."

I may be young, but I may also be a lot more things.