you won't get to see the tears I cry

Is it odd to seem to relate to songs on the radio? I mean, to have some lyrics somewhere completly reflect what you're thinking or feeling? And I don't mean the whole "I love you like whoa" feeling that most fluffy pop songs have. I guess I'm just curious if it makes me a total loser to relate to a Kelly Clarkson song:

"I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
Sewn together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on"

I mean, kinda dark for pop music to begin with. I just, I don't know, I shouldn't be that way really. And I'm sort of not, it's just that I here that and I've been there and I know that, so it flashes me back, just a little bit. Does that mean I'm not over it or I'm oversensitive or just a fucked up girl looking for my own piece of mind? And is there even an answer? And why do I bother, spilling these thoughts out like a mosaic only to have them blow away like sand. Why do I do the things that I do?

Why do I do the things I do?

here i am, once again

Okay, so, reviving my ooooold blogger account. I left it when my brother found it, wending my way to xanga, then to livejournal, then to myspace. I still have those blogs actually, but I wanted one that would function as a diary, one that wasn't seen by people I know. This isn't saying that you arn't allowed to read. Read, comment, enjoy, I more then welcome you. If you know me, however, realize that I am operating under the assumption that you are not here. This is me, unedited, unsanitized