She gets what she wants? And she breaks what she gets.

I know it's almost two in the morning, and that I only got about four hours of sleep yesterday, and that I have to be up in about four hours again, but to be honest my sleep patterns have been fucked ever since finals, so why try to fix something that isn't really quite broken?

I just have this swirling mass of thought in my head, and I can't get rid of it, because toga parties and night driving and All Time Low tend to do this to me. It's just that sometimes, I feel like such an outsider, a wallflower. Anyone who knows me even a little bit would say that this statement is completely ridiculous, but I don't mean in terms of parties. I mean in terms of relationships and actual social interaction. I feel like I'm floating alone in this sea of relationships; it heaves and swells, always changing, always moving. And I'm just watching it all happen. I don't really understand how some couples make it work; it just seems like something that requires more work than what it should. I feel that a relationship should come effortlessly; it should just fit. But I'm not sure if it really works like that, even for the most compatable couples. Or maybe it does, and I'm just not compatable with anyone. It's possible.

I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this particular post, only that I don't like it. I'm falling back into the habit of angsty emo personal problems, and that isn't what I want this to be about. The problem is, I have very little to write about besides my own silly drama. I seem like an intelligent person, but really I have nothing intelligent to say most of the time. Sometimes I think I'm one huge sham; a fake hiding behind this great facade. I only pretend to be smart and witty and pretty and interesting. Maybe my only real talent is acting...pretending to be something I'm not.