I love it

When people say they know me, and think they reeeeally know me. i have doubts about it. Not many people truly understand me.. excluding my family, i'd say maybe five or six people, actually understand me. people are taken by surprise and then don't know how to respond, no body panics when things go according to plan.. there's so much more i have to say, but i wont. it's late.. and i have yet to sleep because i keep thinking. something that i wish would stop. to a certain extent of course ;) dont wanna be brain dead.. or just dead. no, i'm not ready for that yet. i feel i'm starting to ramble now. . . i always say what i'm going to write, to make sure it sounds correct, and now i'm just talking about (other) things i'm thinking about.. have a good one all.