My Weakness is that I Care Too Much

I love the fact that I recieved an adorable card with "I Love You" spelled out using keyboard letters. It makes me smile every time I look to the left.

In my head right now, nothing's really making any sense. I have no idea why I left today - maybe Im begining my own descent into insanity.

You know what's really strange? It's incredibly easy to let everything go when you have such loose bonds. It's only hard to let go of the things you want most. Another of life's great mysteries I suppose.

Im so sick of analyzing everything. Why cant things be what they are, no symbolism, no deeper meanings - just simplicity at its finest. Remember, the best things were never mine to keep.

I think Ive finally figured out why it upsets me that I dont know myself - because I really dont. I dont know what I really like and what I like because people tell me I should like it. I have no passion for anything.

Im just a blank canvas, old and cracked with age and discoloured from being left out too long.

I want more books. More ways to escape all these ideas I form and all these thoughts I have.

I gotta get out of here.