thinking too much

So if you have ever tried making a blog on blogger, you notice when you try to enter a domain name for your blog, 8 times out of ten, it's taken. And it's always the words that are strange and obscure names for a blog. Like who would name their blog llama.blogspot.com ? So I just started trying out simple and common words and adding ".blogspot.com" at the end to see what kinds of blog I would find. A lot of them don't have any posts or were taken down, but there are some hidden gems here and there. I've also noticed that the vast majority of blogs I found were created in the early 2000s (some before I was even born). These are some of my favorites: nice.blogspot.com hello.blogspot.com pink.blogspot.com bored.blogspot.com emo.blogspot.com Reading these blogs was kinda weird because it was kind of like I was spying on someone's life story. It was kinda fascinating to be perfectly honest. I wonder if Tyler (he was the author of emo.blogspot....

I have a Tumblr:  https://crxzychxck.tumblr.com/  I post anime and steven universe and vaporwave stuff on there it's not really interesting but neither is this blog to be honest, I don't really expect anyone to be reading this so I guess I can just say whatever i want: I always think about what it'd be like if I ever got a boyfriend. I really don't understand boys, but upon further investigation, I've found that I don't really understand anything or anyone. I'm scared of everything--or maybe I'm just curious? See, I don't even understand myself. I have a sibling, and I would always make fun of him for thinking too much. To me, thinking too much is one of the most dangerous things a person could do. Thinking too much is what leads to anxiety and depression and suicide. That's why I try to surround myself with other people, I think. But then the social anxiety kicks in. I'm like a melting pot of mental illnesses. I have a little ...

I think our generation is crowded with kids who spend way to much time in their own heads, me included.  We hide behind masks of low self-esteem, self-deprecating jokes, and "humility" for what? To make others like us? To make us like ourselves? We pretend that we don't care but it's a shared secret that we all count our followers from behind the screen. . . . I tend to get inspired too easily and try to mold myself into another girl. She's not even who I want to be; she's someone different entirely. She has lots of friends and plays the ukulele and the bass guitar and the drums and she writes books and has a cool job and drives a fancy car. And starts edgy blogs. She doesn't have a name, and she's always changing, always spontaneous. She follows her dreams despite the risks and is genuinely happy. I wish I were as brave as her. I want to be a musician. but what's the probability that I'll actually make it in that field? One in a tho...