It's cold early in the morning

I should be sleep, having pleasant Sunday night dreams, but I'm not. Instead, I'm up on my fucking laptop, mad at the world, no scratch that, mad at myself. It's easier to blame the world for how I feel, seeing as though blaming myself would only make me feel stupid. This might be one of those posts. The one's I know people out there are just dying to read.

For the past few days, I have not been feeling good about myself. Ignore the boastfulness, it's a front. They have a name for that in Psychology. Maybe if had been studying, I'd know what the word was. Shit, fuck it. My minds been going like crazy tonight. If you could read the post that's in my phone, you'd understand. You didn't know? Yea, I blog in my phone too. The shit in there is way too expressive to put on here. Too many people read what's on here. Certain people I don't mind reading it, but those others don't need to be that insightful.

It's raining. How ironic is that? Is this God echoing my feelings through nature? Probably not, I would like him to, though. One big rainy snowy storm would be appropriate. On and off through the night though, not consistently. Why do my emotions do what they do? Stupid fickle emotions. I probably seem crazy as hell. Too bad I don't particularly care.

I just want to be happy, and stay happy. That's all. None of this up and down shit. Problem solved? No. I hate being a girl sometimes.