Wasting Time

If awards were handed out for over-thinkers, I'd win without question. Even that first sentence consisted of type type type...delete...type type..delete..type..delete..type type type.

I live my life nearly paralyzed by indecision. The smallest actions require painful planning, thinking, planning, and because of this I can no longer just be. It's frustrating, and I'm at the point where I can't think of where to go next. This post is vague because I am. Got to get the first one out of the way I suppose.

My happy place

The only goal I have so far is to write something every other day or so and force myself to say something without thinking.