Self proclaimed manic depressed

I honestly feel really emotional today, so if any of you are following me on twitter, please excuse my excessive tweets on random emotional and sentimental thoughts. It;s weird cause today, I cried for about 10 minutes. I cried and cried but I wasn't really sure why I was. I cried as if I was crying about something concrete, when, by the time I stopped, I was confused why I was crying in the first place. But then again, maybe I was upset about many things I am both aware and unaware of. Until today, I still am very upset about how some things in my life are. In stolen moments, I would hope they aren't the way they are now. But what's the point? Even if I think about all of these things and hope they turn around, they won't. So again, I have to pick myself up and move on. Things don't always go as you think they would, but you got and have to get a move on.

I miss you. Like how I miss home. Like I always say.  This afternoon, I wanted to call someone and talk and just rant about how my day was going so bad. I wanted to dial your number but I didn't have it, well, not anymore. So, calling you would have been an impossible crime. I wanted to hear your voice. Yours. But I couldn't. I won't.

I guess from here, I just gotta get a move on.