But you break just like a little girl....

I don't even really know what a blog is. Is it to entertain people, or for me to write out the things I shouldn't be saying out loud? Or is it worse to write them? When I say inappropriate things out lout, at least there is the chance of people forgetting, or just not caring. In writing, it always exists, just like my inability to filter my thoughts. I ramble. My life is a little messy right now. Everyone tells me to be strong and grow up; I can't. Cancer is mentally contagious. Life moves too fast and we only have so little time. I'm afraid i'll never do anything, because I want so much. It seems I do nothing instead. I've picked up little hobbies here and there, failing to fully master the art of anything, minus manipulation and joint rolling. I'd also say I'm an expert at setting my Tivo to record the cartoons, which I spend most of my free time watching. The world scares me. Why am I so afraid? Are you? Is anyone else? Or is it me; I Just Can't Fit.