Way Too Much

There's way too much going on in my head to figure out where it begins or ends. I got a couple of new adds on my MySpace - and I find myself wondering why I care. This whole mess started late last week, and I've had enough time to determine that there's a big part of me that cares far too much about other's opinions. Somehow, waiting for an add or a random email has taken a lot of my attention.

Don't I have enough to worry about, before I wonder about other's opinions? I'd think so! I wonder if maybe the reason I care so much is because it's a distraction. I've not felt so high school/college for years, and I still care.

And I spend so much time in my head thinking about occasions, problems, memories, and everything else that I wish I could get out. I wish I could not care. I'm working really hard to make this seem much more adult.

I don't feel that adult. I feel mostly lost. (I typed last, but changed it. Damn Freudian slip.)