So sitting on my lunch break and realizing I have about ten minutes left and what do I have the urge to do? Write. Not completely sure about what, but I just kind of want to let my fingers wander over my MP3 player and see what happens to come out. I have never been the best at expressing my emotions or in general finding a good outlet to let them out, but writing seems the best way since I can't ever seem to find my voice whenever I want to or should. I think I'm tired of caring, tired of trying to make everyone else happy while I put on a face to try and seem happy as I go along with it. I know I can't make everyone happy, no matter how often I want to try, especially when I find myself lacking in the ability to make myself happy a lot. I just want to push forward and be me, whatever that entails cause I'm pretty sure I lost myself a good way back down the road. I may have to backtrack a bit to find it, but maybe in the end I'll be better for it when I find it and then can continue forward on my own path and let my feet walk one of their own choosing, versus falling face first and and stumbling down a path that happened to slip under my feet and then just didn't leave. And here ends my rambling as I shuffle back to work. Blah.