Yet another random...

I'm so sick of wanting to write, but feeling like I have nothing to say. I have a million things running through my mind, but when I get to this point, it's like nothing seems worthwhile to talk about. I feel like anymore I always write that I have nothing to write about--but I end up saying something or another on the in between. So hmmmm, where shall I begin.

I feel more brazen lately. I am getting better about actually saying what's on my mind. I'm not 100% yet. I still like to rely on an adult beverage (or 10) to get me to the "strong" point where I don't feel nervous about talking about stuff. But I'm getting there. And it's silly, because it's not like I should be nervous or feel apprehensive, especially when I'm talking to the people closest to me, but I still get that way.

I think, no wait, I know my problem is that I think too much, and in thinking too much, I over-think everything and try to re-think through everything, just to be sure I'm not coming across "wrong" or bitchy or something. I don't like talking to someone, only to have regrets later on that the point I was trying to make isn't the point that came across. I hope that makes sense.

I've been having crazy dreams as of lately too. Just another side-effect of my mind being in over-drive ALL the damn time. Weird dreams too. Very realistic, but stranger than fiction. Such is my life I guess.

Ok, that's all I have for now. The End.