Bleh.

Bleh. I don't have thoughts for my current feeling. Still, I'll try to sound poetic in hopes of something pretty coming out of my derangement. Whyy did I hope for something higher, something more...still, it's me. The one constant. If these words came from someone else's mouth, would I praise them? From mine, they sound very regular, predictable...I have a tendency to ruin good things, turn them into something grotesque...At communicology class we talked about how our thoughts don't need decoding, we understand ourselves...no. My thoughts need decoding, my mind needs an explanation. Will I be crushed by the fact that life is...just this? That there is no big change of place, people, me? Would that be too much of a tragedy for me?