My mum and I went for a really extensive (not really but sort of long) car trip today. I hate cars. They are yucky and stuffy and they make me feel really chlostriphobic. But it gave me some quiet time to think about everything that is happening in my life at the moment, which is quite an important thing to do. And then I realised. Why do people make such a big deal about everything? Is it because they like the attention, or that they don't know how to deal with it any other way? People confuse me. And its really uncomfertable when you read someones blog, and you realise its about you.
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