Bitching - Read at Your Risk

Of late, its become exceedingly hard to blog.

The utter deterioration of my writing skills aside, I'm held back by a desire to uninhibitedly bare all, the need to keep myself at a healthy distance, and an irrational fear of grammatical errors. My backspace key might go into overuse exhaustion.

When did expression become so difficult?

Probably around the time I decided (yet again) that the only things that were constant enough to deserve my attention were books and music.

Its wonderful, yes, to listen to music and immerse yourself in another person's expression. There really isn't anything as pure, as untarnished as a good piece of music. Words don't match up for the simple reason that more than half the time, and perhaps this is my migraine talking, they are not sincere. A majority of conversations, are crap. Action is important. Words really don't mean much.

And at the end of the day, expressing yourself is the most important thing. Because if you can't do it adequately, you'll never lose that sense of isolation, nor will those around you.

I don't know if this makes sense beyond a teenager -esque angsty ramble, but its coming from somewhere obviously. Perhaps I should tap into that place.

On another note, the Cherry Tree at our soon to be home is now my favorite spot. Sitting there this morning, eating cherries and reading a book, was relaxing to a great degree.

I'm tired. I'm confused. I can't remember any....words.