Come down now

I always think that people are so scary, sometimes feeling the same thing I am. I always think it's a coincidence when maybe it's not at all a coincidence, it's probably just life throwing us all off in the same exact way. Barely anything makes sense anymore but I'm ready to get on with things regardless of how they sound.

I'm not a mean girl but I can come off a little strong, still though there is reason behind my actions. I have this theory that behind all of the programmed thoughts we were trained to say, the things that make sense and sound appropriate, the things that others can relate to, behind those are the thoughts almost no one can understand. The thoughts that are foolish and sound stupid unless you can relate. We keep them there, pushed to the back of our minds, but every so often they reveal themselves and we wish they wouldn't have. We still have innocent, child-like thoughts that roam our heads, we just don't say them.