I need to vent, but I don't know how or where to start.

Sounds really bad, doesn't it? I'd write in my journal, I'd talk to someone, I'd even write here. About everything and anything. But I can't. I find myself wanting to, in all honesty, lean on someone with the ability to support. Through, not anything, but everything.

I don't know. I'm feeling really numb right now-look, I can't even find the right word for it. Part of me wants to sleep. Part of me wants to cry. Part of me wants to knock some sense into myself. Part of me wants to not be here anymore-to exist elsewhere. I guess I'm looking for an easy way out. But guess what? There's never an easy way out. Well, there is: just don't give a fuck. But I can't do that no matter what I tell myself or how hard I try.

Typing all this doesn't help. It feels so robotic and electronic. But in this day and time, it's pretty normal. In my opinion, that's pretty sad. What happened to writing personal letters from the heart? What happened to calling/meeting up with someone just to ask "What's up?" or tell them"I love you"?

What the fuck happened to our generation?

It makes me jealous of generations past. I envy those who lived before the 20th century. I mean, I like technology, I really do. But it takes out so much meaning in...lots of things. Meh, feeling sentimental-ish right now. Just going to go read some stuff for English and maybe sleep. Maybe.

Oh, I'm pissed off at Tumblr. Usually, I go on and laugh at some random thing that doesn't matter to me at all and forget stuff. But now it's down. It shows how dependent I am on that site. It allows me to relate to some people and make me think I'm not all alone or crazy. But here? I talk, I vent, I rant. Either no one reads it, or I don't know about it. And whoever does read it...well, I don't know that either.

But that's okay.