Silly Me

Somehow I always convince myself that I am fine and that I am in control. But in the end, I always come to the realization that there is no such thing as control.

When I need to vent, I can't do it. People always tell me that I have problems that needs to be bottled. I am so sick and tired of bottling everything in. It's an awful feeling that makes me nuts.

They say writing is therapeutic. But, sometimes, I just feel like I am at a loss of what to say. I want to say it, but there is not a soul who would want to listen.

Look at me ramble, like always. Not like anyone reads. Haha.

I just wish there were people who actually care. People to actually talk to about silly stuff like the weather, how their day went, how bad their day went, or cars. Not all bad just bad news.