Craazy.

Here I am.
Again.

I'm just kind of sick of non-paragraphing and I'm hoping a new blog might work better. I'm doing this now because I need to blog it all out or I'm going to go crazy.

Then again, I think we all are. My family is just. I don't know. Sometimes I think we all have some sort of psychological mental disorder that only appears when we're around each other. I have no idea what happened. We used to get along perfectly fine. And now it's like walking on a tightrope. The slightest loss of balance and you fall into the abyss. Somewhere along the line, screaming and jumping and freaking out became the norm.

Ugh. I feel. Helpless. Lost. Confused. Like the floor just fell from beneath my feet. I think I do have a little OCD. I like control. Need control. Control-freak? Yeah. I'll admit it, I am in some ways. I wish I wasn't though. I wish I was the care-free, happy-go-lucky type who can just let go of everything and forget. Key word: let go.

Well that was kinda depressing for a first post...
I'm not always this gloomy. Although I usually blog more when I'm gloomy. Hm.

Sane, I think,
Erica