The dangers of thinking.

Sometimes the world just seems to close up, sometimes gobbling you along with it and other times leaving you to fend for yourself.
It’s hard to know how personal to write things, I honestly never know. Certain things can be shared but at the same time it’s important not to share everything.
As well as this blog, I also write a diary. It’s a typical 20 year old girls life, full of ‘why does he hate me?’ and ‘she is such a bitch…’ Yet even when I’m writing in that I unconsciously don’t put everything down.
Guess it’s this over load of thoughts that fuel my love for writing, but believe me I can write some serious crap. Like now for instance... exactly which bit refers to ‘the beautiful life of a student’ I don’t know? Maybe it’s all about growing up and discovering the type of person you are? Wow that sounds a bit mature; quick pass me a glass, must get drunk and steal a road sign!