Insanity

I always have a hard time writing a blog post, I try to make it as perfect as possible. I worry about looking "intellectual" and smart, I wonder what other people think about me.
Why are my thoughts such a fucking mess? Why do I keep asking questions when there is no-one even reading my blog?
Why am I writing a blog without any reassurance that it'll ever become popular or that someone even reads it?

I don't know. That's the most important sentence of my life, I don't fucking know. There's so much I just don't know.
I hate being a teenager, I hate being smarter than other fifteen-year olds. It's hard, you know?
I like to think that I've just read way too much about everything, I know much more than I was ever supposed to know.
More importantly, I know way more than any fifteen year old can safely know.
I don't need all this information, so where does it go?
It just clutters up in my brain and makes my thoughts go on a rampage, bouncing from the sides of my skulls and eventually coming out from my mouth as a giant fuckup of sentences resembling something that once made some sense.

Did that make any sense? I don't know, I just let it flow out of my head.
I feel like I'm going insane, I feel like if I think about this any more I'll explode.
I can't handle this, especially when I have no-one to talk to... my friends? They just don't understand.

I like to write and I love to sing, why do I feel like I'm worst at both of those things? This blog post feels so fucking ridiculous and I know it is.

Why am I posting it? I don't know.