Speechless. Hopeless. Occasionally mindless. Not a very good post title, I know.

I haven't posted in a while. That I know perfectly well. I haven't been living under a rock; I just felt like I couldn't post. Because what I'm going through involves mostly things I've been thinking about, have said and done, etc. that I only feel comfortable talking about with certain people, and I know that if I blogged, I'd be compelled to spill. Because who knows who might find this? It's what I link to on profile pages.

School started already. That's what caused my unwillingness to open up; my thoughts about things that don't concern you. I've been dealing with rumors, boy troubles, and stress. It's hard to act civil.

I have been knitting, though not as much. I've knit many things since I last posted; too much to contain in this one post. I feel like hiding. Alone. Things don't happen like they do in dreams. If they did, it wouldn't be a dream. That's the biggest thing.