Every time I feel like blogging I should use it for a better purpose right right right but I just can't help myself bleargh :/

Mind's been pretty quiet lately it's a good thing I guess even when I try to set it into a metacognitive state it doesn't really comply. But that's good I guess? I've wished for a clear path and the lack of problems for preeety long now and I ought to appreciate what I'm getting into~ the most ironic thing I've never told anyone is how the cause of everything from the very beginning as probably just my mind looking for something to occupy itself with. A idle mind is the devil's workshop, or so they say. I guess I can never be contented with the peace I have because I will always yearn for adventure. With the tumulus conflicts I'd want out. Forever always don't even wish for a balance anymore. But it's ok this is how it is :>

Been reflecting (or something) and I guess I've become somewhat "normal". And "normal", by far is a great big insult do you not agree? Who wants to be normal when you can be splendid and amazing and wonderful and special and enchanting and what not. "normal" is too bland and ordinary for me. I've been shown higher order and now it's back to the mundane it's some work there to keep in on both sides but I'm sure it'll work somehow. after all it isn't very easy to forget hmmm.

I feel unlike myself now, somewhat like an introvert forced to be outspoken. Sometimes I wish I had someone who'd do all the talking because honestly I don't really fancy the jibber jabber. But then there's no choice if they're quiet too right D: sometimes you don't feel awkward but you have to say something just to make them less awkward (yes no?) that's how I reveal too much because Lo and behold I'm so boring I can only talk about myself /sigh can I can I just shut up and can you talk to me I think I have unknowingly thrown thyself into a pool of responsibility >: if only I could just pretend to be the weaker half sometimes nomz.

Don't you think it cool, if your words were so twisty you'd need a password to decode? Even if it were the same language it'd take a greater power to decipher. I wish I had the ability.

I think my writing style fluctuates it must be me thinking in Shakespearean language again.