I found this in one of my old journals. I wrote it on April 5, 2007. I can still relate to some of it today. It's not very well written, but it made me smile a little because. . . with growing up, and living in a new place, and getting ready to go to college, and doing clogging, and choir, and drama, and being in a family I still know the feeling. . :) That's all.
I wish my mind could puke
I just wish my mind could throw up.
It's way too full!! If it could throw up,
it would feel so much better.
I have so many thoughts. I. . . I don't
even know what to do with all of them!
They're running and screaming,
kicking and biting.
It makes me sick.
I don't know how to control all of these
confusing monsters. They make me feel
joy and peace one moment, and lost
and befuddled the next.
If my mind could throw up, I could
expel of of this confusion and have
a new slate.
I wish. . .
I wish my mind could puke.