Have you ever hated your head? I don't mean the actual head that rests on your neck and shoulders. I mean the head that can't ever stop thinking that can't ever be still.

Well I hate my head. In case you all wanted to know. I love our new house...I love the spirit. But I hate how all my stuff in my room is all over the place. I feel claustrophobic. I've never had my room this small-crammed with all my stuff. So its weighing down on my head.

Add to that the fact that I need a really good breakdown. A wholesome cry; one that will allow me to deal with the choice my heart finally made. One that will help me to forgive myself for fighting with my mom. I need to cry and let it all out, but can't ever do it because there is always someone at my house. I am starting to feel claustrophobic throughout my whole house (which isn't really even my house and that stresses me out more-not that Stephanie hasn't let us make this our home-its just the principle that she owns it and we just stay here-Again I love my roommate and the person she is and the home she has let us call our own-I'm just letting some of the thoughts out of my head and into here)

Again-all of this is swarming in that beautiful HEAD of mine. I want to cut it off. Do I really need it? Because it just causes me so much grief and turmoil. (I need that wholesome cry-it really would help...)