Despite the fact that I don't really have anything to talk about. As usual, one day something can be bothering me so much, and the next (while the same thing might be bothering me), it almost feels like I can accept that I've made a mistake and then accept that I'll try not to make more (even though I know that I will make more). Though if I'm so accepting that I'll make mistakes in some areas of life, why am I such a "perfectionist" when it comes to my career path? 'Tis something I'll never understand I suppose.

While I don't like talking to blank space, it's still better than keeping thoughts pinned up in my head. I'd prefer to hold a conversation with people, but when people I trust to share my thoughts with aren't available to talk, a blog is the next best thing...or a journal of any kind. Preferably the kind that isn't written in a notebook for anyone to find, pick up, and read. Though, putting it on the internet's kind of the same exact thing. So I should rephrase that to say "putting my thoughts somewhere that people in my family can't find out about...so easily".

In actuality I don't really have anything to write about...I just felt like I should write. So I did...Kinda wish I had someone to talk to just for conversation. It's too late to call friends back home. Plus I'll be debating going to bed soon anyways. Until then, I guess I'll attempt to draw something. Hasn't really worked much for the past couple...weeks. Don't really know why it would work now...