no time to think...

i never have anytime to think anymore. it's always go go go, except for when i'm at work. it's just something about folding towels that's really relaxing to me. i think about crap when i do that. weird.

i've figured out that my life seems to be nothing but a waiting game. things happen and i just have to wait it out to see if it actually ends up my way for once. it sucks, but i'm not going to act like a freak just to get things my way, because, well, if i did, things most likely wouldn't go my way. i'm the most impatient person on the planet.

i build things up in my head to what it usually isn't or never can be and then i get disappointed. i really should just stop doing that, but same old story, i can't. no matter how hard i try, i keep thinking and thinking, what if. ugh. i hate my life. not really but i will if this ends up the same way it always does...again. i shouldn't overanalyze this. whoever reads this, just forget everything i just said. it didn't make any sense, but i'm still posting this just in case you did understand it.

i like to speak in nonspecifics because it's less personal. yup.