and.
what?

ive been sitting here for the past 3 minutes or so; typed and retyped. typed and retyped. i dont know.

lately ive been thinking alot, and i piss myself off. i really hate thinking too much about stuff, so i consciously try not to do that. and maybe i try too hard to not think about thinking.

it isnt that life has been difficult. its just the perspective of it all. half-empty, half-full? and im trying, trying so damn hard to get it back again. where has the rose-tinted glasses gone to? is this what growing up entails?