reflections of a loony

Today's post, more than an usual rant or whine about my life, will be more of an introspection. I think I started this blog with the purpose of unwinding and doing a catharsis so my emotions wouldn't bottle up and I didn't end up killing someone out of built up rage. It was a good goal, but I think I made a huge mistake in the process. You see, I sent you all that email with the hopes of letting you into my life and sharing some of my more intimate thoughts, but I didn't clear up several little issues that have to do with my personality and the way I react to things, which have become increasingly evident and important as I receive feedback from you all. So, in order to correct several misunderstandings, this entry will be completely refelctive and personal, and will analyze and try to explain what goes on in my mind when I write.

The first thing I want to clear up concerns my sometimes wild and all over the place emotions. As you all probably know by now, I'm an incredibly emotional person, my feelings are a huge part of who I am and they are present in everything I do, think and say. That includes writing, and more specifically, this blog. Almost all of my entries have to do with what I was feeling when I wrote, because I simply cannot write if there isn't some sort of sentiment behind my words. The issue is that I never cleared that up when I started this, I never told all of you I tend to over dramatize and exaggerate what happens in my life, not out of spite, simply because when an emotion takes over me the words flow easily into the entry and I never take the time to rationalize what I am writing. So, that said, please try from now on to read every entry with a little perspective. Don't take everything I write literally, especially when it comes to relationships and Super Boy. Remember that there are always at least two sides to a same story, and what I think won't always be real one.

That said, let's move specifically to the topic of Super Boy. I know I've written tons about him, most of it being me complaining about what he says or does, and I think that's made all you biased. Of course you will always take my side and hate his guts and want him to die, I wouldn't expect anything less, but again, remember sometimes I get a little too carried away with emotions. Let me tell you some of the good things, not just the bad. Because there are a lot of good things about him, trust me. In that spirit, I'm putting together an entry about him and me, and all the nice things we've been through, and all the wonderful aspects of his being that have been kept from you by a bitter soul. I know I haven't posted a lot lately, but school has me in complete chaos. I promise as soon as I'm done with my history essay that entry will come. I just wanted to discuss these two points first, so you aren't all that shocked when you read about recent events. Love you all!