Dear Blog,

I've come to learn that you are a very dangerous thing, oh blog of awesomeness.

You see, through more conversation with Abby today, I figured out that sometimes you make things worse.  Yes.... it is quite nice to just be able to get things out and express them in my favorite form of art--words.  Yes, you are really pretty and act as a tool for me to look at pictures of myself which make me appear attractive.  Yeah... it's awesome that other people like you and that I get to feel "popular" at school because I have people coming up all the time and talking to me about you.

But some people might have noticed that I was different today.
I sure as heck did.
I was mean... I was bitter.... I was impolite. 

I've decided that perhaps posting my anger might not be the best option? 

Though it's nice to vent, sometimes I subconsciously look for things to be mad about, just so I can write a dramatic post about them.   Occasionally I just want to feel extreme emotions.  In such times, I crank up the depressing/angry/jealous/whatever music and I start wracking my brain for something to write about. 

I take a pair of tweezers and pick and pick and pick at my soul, in a persistent attempt to snag some little speck of negativity that might make something interesting to write about.  When I finally manage to snag one of said specks, I let it consume me.  I feed it a bit of that tear-inducing song I'm listening to.  I put words to it.  I let it get bigger.  Soon it grows, develops intricate champers, and slowly continues to wrap around me until I am trapped within and have no chance of getting out.

Moral of the story... sometimes putting words to something buried deep within makes it worse.

Actually, that's usually the case.

I don't know if I'm quite ready to give you up.  I like expressing myself this way, even if it is destroying me.

Needless to say, Coree has some stuff to think about.

Sorry, Blog.

It's not you... it's me.