Stop thinking.

I'm not going to lie. I'm depressed.

No no, not in that whole, "oh Lord, I think I'm going to OD on prescription drugs," "I think I'm going to go jump off a bridge" or even "I'm going to hit a puppy" kind of way...

... just depressed.

I don't know what's coming over me. Perhaps it's:
  • The fear of the "real world"
  • The fear of not being able to find clear direction in my life
  • The fear of... him
Even a combination of all three. There is just a hell of a lot going on in my head right now. I'm not getting the best sleep in the world and I certainly am not sincerely happy.

I've been told that I think too much, overanalyze and am unable to simply "be". (I also tell myself that all the time.)

I'm not sure where my life is taking itself right now. I do know that things will be better one day, but I'm just impatient and want all of the answers NOW!

Perhaps I'll find a few of them soon. If not, I am seriously going to consider printing out clip art of a cute beagle and ripping it to shreds.