A thought

I have never really been one for journals or diaries. I've always thought the idea was cool. Maybe I'd look back on my writing one day and see how much I've changed or stayed the same. See how I approached problems and what mistakes I've made. I've always had too many thoughts for a journal. That may sound strange to you, but I often sit down to write, hoping to express something profound or wise, but I never seem to get to the point. I loose track of why I'm writing, I start to annoy myself, or I get mixed up and leave my writing with more frustration then when I had begun! Even now I'm doing it. I wanted to try to express my uneasiness with what it means to miss someone, or something, or a situation, or a feeling, a moment, a smell, a texture. You know what I mean don't you? To miss something is such a strange phenomenon. I've gotten upset at myself for not missing certain things, and wondered if that makes me leather hearted. I often wonder what other people mean when they say it. I don't know exactly what I mean when I say it sometimes!! Maybe I'm not being clear, but you knew I wouldn't be. Maybe I've missed the point . ..