The point of this!

The point of this blog is i'm a stressed out, and for some odd reason the only way i can get things off my chest is to write about them. Sit down and just organize my thoughts and issue them in a clear understandable way. Articulation is not one of my strengths, but writing i'm not too shabby. Thus, THE VENT MACHINE!!! *cue evil laugh. It's 6:30 on a Friday night. I'm not out with friends, i'm at a desk calling people to ask them if they'd like to be life insurance agents.  Exciting I know. I'm bummed if you didn't know.  It seems that i have a habit of befriending people that let me down, or perhaps i just trust people entirely too much. By the way i am not an emo child, you're just seeing the emo side of me. I'm happy plenty of the time it's just that when i'm frustrated i can't seem to tell people. I don't even truly intend for people to read this, yet i'm posting this on the internet. i think it's because my subconscious won't let me write things to myself. That's something crazy people do. Don't you hate that you can't convey sarcasm through text. Well i suppose you can, satire was just invented for the hell of it. I'm just not at that level yet. Oh well people. enjoy if you bored enough to read.