Life's Marionette

Do you know the feeling of life taking you by the hand and pulling you so fast that you never slow down to catch your breath and really think about what's happening?

(I'm sure you do. You, being whoever is reading this right now. The collective you.)

That's how I feel right now. I don't really have any concrete feelings about anything, because I never have a second to really think about things. Now that everything's kind of slowed down, maybe I can pull everything out of my head --that bundled mass of thoughts that got so tangled and mixed up-- and sort them out into something comprehensible, comprehensive, cohesive(?) It's Monday, I've finished all of my academic and social obligations for now so this seems a good a time as any.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how interested you are in the happenings of my life) for you I will not be divulging specifics, because that would be pointless for me. My intentions are purely selfish in this regard: I want to clear up things in my own head and the things that are already clear are what's happened. What isn't clear is how i feel about what's happened.

As abrupt as this is, I'm going to leave it on that note. I feel like these kinds of thoughts are more suited for writing in a journal or maybe I should just allow them to swim in my head and examine them there. Blogs may be regarded as an online journal of sorts, but I don't think it's quite the same...