July 9, 2010

So things really haven't gotten any better lately. There's still the Dad problem, but it hasn't changed, so things aren't worse. I just wish I could stop thinking about it for a few hours, but it seems as though these kinds of things stick in your brain for awhile. And a lot of the time they pop up in your mind at the most inappropriate times. Lately it seems the only therapy is music and venting. And the past few days I've been listening to a lot of music and venting to many people, a lot. The two albums I've been listening to are Man On The Moon by Kid Cudi and American Slang by The Gaslight Anthem. I'm not even sure why I'm writing right now to be honest, I'm tired, and I have nothing to write about really. It's also therapeutic I guess, but I'm not real sure, because when there's nothing there to write it's almost aggravating. It doesn't help when you've got 50 million thoughts rolling around in your head all at once. Regardless I think that's the end of this post, I think I'm going to sleep on it.