No One Should Read This

THINKING. I do it way too much. Really, it's pretty much all I do. When I sleep, I dream, which is a way of sorting out thoughts I guess. Though I don't really understand what running into John O'Callaghan in a forest of bamboo symbolizes. I talk, but talking is just an obscure and messed up version of whatever my brain is spitting out at me. I listen to music, but the songs I choose are just my thoughts incapsolated into lyrics.  I do gymnastics, but it's really just what goes through my head put into a physical sense. So I thought making a blog would help me with this thinking problem I have. I think too much, maybe it's because I never say it or write it down. The words stay inside of me and keep reacurring and swirling back around like a ferris wheel of different problems or concerns. Writing it here may help me think less or it may make me just look like another one of those weird blogging people that think their word is gold. I don't think that, I just have things to say and I'm sick of keeping it cooped up inside my smallish, confused brain.

I really like The Maine.

Jared, Kennedy, Pat, John, and Garrett. 

MY GOD