These past two weeks have been rather messy. Not a loud, obnoxious mess but more of a subtle, irritating mess. Like that faint outline a cup produces when a coaster is not properly used, or those tiny dust particles that slowly settle as time flies past us. Neither of which are dramatic enough to cause a scene, but when left unattended make way to produce a far more permanent problem for the future.

Of course, this could very well be just me blowing things out of proportion as I always do. Perhaps my unreasonable need for control is beginning to draw in the hungry hands of paranoia. Left with nothing but my own thoughts I easily succumb to false reasoning my mind has conveniently provided for me. Though lamenting is often an unnecessary, cumbersome task I do not know how I am to relieve myself of such a burden.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, it's quite alright. I am not quite sure what I am speaking of either. All I know is school is starting tomorrow and soon my mind will be too filled with things to do to worry about such follies. As of now that is the only comfort I have.