Unnerving facts

I urge you all to investigate the UFO phenomenon more thoroughly for yourselves. It's easy to deny it when all you interact yourself with are reasons as to why it's simply not possible that they exist at all. And let's be honest, most of the intellectual society it eager to prove how unnecessary it is to consider the possibility. One book in particular that I'm reading, called Dimensions, is absolutely fantastic. Yes, I've also read contradictory theories. Carl Sagan is an idiot, for all the intelligence he's supposed to have. I could go on and on, but like I said, look into it yourselves!
On another note, kind of..
Do you all trust the government? I sure as hell don't. I'm not insisting that we'll all be in concentration camps within the next year by our own military, but the government is undeniably sketchy as fuck. If you know the cold hard facts surrounding some of the popular conspiracy theories, you are probably in agreement with me. And the public as a whole is very naive in how little they admit to knowing about, but how much they cooperate and trust, the decisions of the U.S. government.
Lets get informed people, myself included.

Something I Found

I didn't intend to traverse these pages with my directly translated thoughts. Alas, my intentions are appearing more and more useless. Do you know why it's impossible to numerically arrange our every personal experience of happiness or fear or doubt? These feelings are stubbornly stored (it's certainly unlikely to ever locate where), and await expression by means of uniquely stimulating incidences. I am, therefore, as alone (not in the physical, obviously deducable sense) in this moment as I ever have been or ever will be. Is that foolishness? Can the sensation of passive solitude be categorized as an emotion?

I used to write often in a JOURNAL.. I've always refused to call it a diary. I think that's my tom-boy spirit speaking out. Or maybe it's the oart of myself that's always attempted to prove itself as "mature". I've never before more wished to shrink back into my youth. I know I'm still considered to be youthful at a mere nineteen, yet I feel so aged. Because my parents are so aged. I wish more than anything to see them young again. It frightens the shit out of me seeing them grow.. oldish. Wow, I got off track. That's my ADHD speaking out. Shut up, you unattentive spaz.
...And that's my schizophrenic side.
Anywho, my journal, yes, that's where I was. My journal is missing. I don't know where it is at any rate. I can't stand that I've lost so many of my writings. That's where most of my writing took place. So I suppose I took to writing my thoughts on random papers. Do you know how agitating it is to not know where something of such importance to yourself is?? My journal got lost when I got kicked out of my dorm last semester and they bagged up my shit, I was just hours late to retrieving it myself. Long story. But damn I do seem a trouble-maker, don't I? Well let me assure you.. "I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me."