Blog Post Title Three

So there’s a name now… Welcome to the Useless Campfire Club, where you can read all manner of useless things. Mostly related to life’s most pressing issues- which coming from a girl- very serious matters. I would definitely bookmark this page next to your morning news. It is currently 12:19 am so any illiteracy can be blamed on late night/early morning delusion. I cannot sleep. I don’t know if it’s the bed or the stress/anxiety of a life-changing chapter about to unfold but the mind-racing is debilitating. Sleep has completely left my body the last week. I cannot get tired. I would love to be dead asleep right now, but no. My blood shot eyes are slowly drying out faster than the sahara desert as I try to decipher the words I am typing on the screen currently. Lord have mercy on us all.

Stuff. The topic of the night/morning whatever. It surrounds us. It hasn’t been until recently that I feel, suddenly, suffocated by it. Why do we need all this stuff? Most of it, isn’t even important, so why do we hold onto it like it is? I have wasted so much money on stuff that I literally throw away when I’m bored of it. Gone. Just as fast as I bought it. Being a hoarder has never been one of my problems, but I can’t say that I’m a thriving minimalist either. I love style and I love the aesthetic-ness of clutter sometimes that I will collect and then discard at a whim. It’s truly sad. How do you break the pattern? How does one buy intentionally without getting bored eventually? I am a girl. Girls are subject to change faster than the weather. A trend hardly lasts longer than a season. How do you bust the cycle? AHHHHH. See what I’m saying? These late-night thoughts are so intrusive and so… illogical. Girls will be girls. Sometimes…It would definitely be easier to be a guy. HAH. You never hear guys saying the reverse. Unless they’re on the list of exeptions.