How Many Times Does That Wrap Around Your Tounge?
Right now I really don't know what to think. I don't. I do not know what to be thinking right now. I should be sad. I should. I should be bawling, and crying, and extremely upset. At least, for the given situation, that would be the assumed emotion. But right now, I am numb. I don't think you could identify a single emotion to me. If you could say, "Brooke, turn into an inadimate object right now." I would turn into a sheet of printer paper. Blank. Because I am so confused, I really don't know. I just don't know. What I am thinking is blank. And what I have to say is blank. I can't even think at all. It is the oddest state of blank I have ever been in.
I repeating myself a lot right now. But I can't even think of what I am trying to say. There is no one that I really want to talk to, because that would require thinking and speaking, and this seemed like an outlet.
I don't even know why I type in this thing. It's just an outlet. Somewhere to put my thoughts. But most of the time it isn't even all of my thoughts, or I only tell half of the story. Or I leave a lot out, and it works to write this, but at the same time, it doesn't because I can't say what I really want to say. I can't. Because I don't know who reads this, and if the wrong person read my thoughts, there could be the equivalent of all natural disasters combined occuring in my life.
I don't even know why I am typing in this thing right now. I'm not going to stop, but nothing seems to make sense right now. Nothing at all. All that I know for sure is that my friends are the best in the world. And I love them more than life. Life. Life. Life.
Live life live live live.
It just gets so overwhelming.