November 17th

     Hi again. It's currently 6:16pm. I don't know why I feel the need to tell you the time, but... Yeah, like I said, I don't know. People always say "I don't know why I do      , but..." and then give you the reason they do it, which proves they actually do know why they do it, so why would they say they don't know why they do it? I mean, I do it too, but why did anyone say it in the first place? Who was the first one to say that? Why does everyone say it now? Did people wonder why they said it when the first person to ever say it said it, or did they understand what they meant?

I'm probably confusing you. Sorry. I guess it's just the way my mind works, and the point of this blog is to be able to express myself and show people how my mind works, so I shouldn't be apologizing for that, except now I'm kind of apologizing for apologizing for that, and, yeah, I'm gonna stop now. Sorry. Again. And sorry for saying- actually, I just said I would stop doing that, so this time I will. Sorry.

My mind always does that, you know? Goes on and on. Not always about bad things. It just doesn't stop. It'll change over time, and I'll go from thinking about how squirrels even came to be, like were they here when earth was first created, or were they created from other animals breeding, or are they an adaptation of a different animal, and then I'll wonder whether any animals are the same as when they were first created, and then I'll start thinking about God, and how he created everything, and how he knows everything that is going to happen while also being in the present and the past and everywhere and with everyone all the time, and how that would make me really tired, even though if I were God I wouldn't get tired, and how I kind of wish I were God because of that, because then I would never have to be tired again, and on and on and on.

Now that I think about it, that wasn't just an example, because that's what was just going through my mind, after I originally thought of having the though of a squirrel. 

It's 6:33pm now. Mom is yelling at me to get off my computer. I should probably go. Funny how parents kind of rule your life, you know? How their opinions and wants come before yours. I know it's because they love me, but writing feels so freeing to me, and I wish they would let me do it.

Anyway, I gotta go, so bye for now. I'll try to write more later, or maybe tomorrow. Bye. Again.