brainless goings-on/heartless drones

Writing my thoughts (or typing them) makes me feel a little silly. I feel like a simple-minded teenage girl that scribbles all over her diary about the newest boy she is crushing on, or how her parents aren't giving her enough allowance to buy that super sweet pair of pants she saw at the mall. But it always gives me a great release. Like I can some how clear my head of all of my qualms, aspirations, miffs, and joys that grow into my encumbrance. This my guilty pleasure.

I'm hoping that this doesn't turn into the brainless goings-on of a simple-minded teenage girl, even if that is my true identity. But I also don't want it to become heartless drones of an amateur trying to hard.