

argh.
today has been one of those days.
*sigh*
ive felt thoroughly depressed, and i know why.. its because ive been home all day and ive had nothing else to do but to think and think and think.
thinking is poison. i swear. it brings up insecurities, problems (that may or may not exist), and just thoughts that just jumble up EVERYTHING.. it's horrible
i'm wallowing in self misery and it's the pits.
it's so disgusting how i can't even describe how i'm feeling. im that incoherent.
right now. i guess i can just say i only feel only as worthy as a "driver" and very unwanted. left out.. same deal
i wish i could quit on life. no. i dont mean dying or anything like that. i mean quit, like. not having anything to do with people or whatever. quit on school, on people, on friends, on responsibilities? just. quit. go some place far away and never have to deal with anything. live as a recluse or something. the desire for alone-ness. but if so, i would literally die from thinking too much. oh, how i contradict myself so. but isnt that the easy way out? isnt that running away from things?
oh, but i have that desire now.
*sigh*. but thats cowardly, eh? no, i'm not running away, literally. i guess i mean i have too much inward contemplation, and i just feel a need to be able to clear my mind of all thoughts sometimes and be at peace. haha how very om. nono. i cant describe it. im already confusing myself.
maybe i should pick up yoga and meditation or something.
i had more to say, but i dont know how to put it into words. ive always had that problem. no wonder i suck at essays and all.
nevermind.
well. the only thing left in my head is this song jean used to sing all the time.
Are you tired of chasing pretty rainbows?
Are you tired of spinning round and round?
Wrap up all those shattered dreams of your life
And at the feet of Jesus, lay them down.
Give them all, give them all, give them all to Jesus
Shattered dreams, wounded hearts, and broken toys.
Give them all, give them all, give them all to Jesus
And He will turn your sorrows into joy.
He never said you only see sunshine,
He never said there would be no rain.
He only promised a heart full of singing
About the very thing that once brought pain.
Matthew 11:28
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
my mind is worn out but yet as i try to fall asleep later, it will be working full speed ahead about all kinds of nonsense. i think i need to pick up occlumency (harry potter style) and clear my mind before i sleep, so it is less tumultuous.
goodnight, its been an [un]eventful day.