I just don't know

This seem's extremely personal, or impersonal (whichever way you would like to look at it).
But I thought I'd give it a go. What do I have to lose?
I'm asking myself why I am about to tell my computer screen my up's and down's of life, as crazy, stressful, sad and depressing as they may get... and cannot seem to deal with it all in regular life, without this laptop staring right back at me?
It's because life doesn't have a backspace button.
Issue's that have bothered me for years, I cannot take back, I cannot undo. I simply can't just, backspace them.
My best friend recently told me I could seek help of a professional outsider. Somebody with no insight to my life and they could help (mainly because I think she's on the verge of punching me in the jugular if I come to her with yet ANOTHER problem). Most of you twits in the real world would call this a, "shrink". Well, I came to a conclusion, this blog is a helluva lot cheaper than a shrink.
I wouldn't consider myself psych ward material just yet, but this blog and time, will tell.
I'm 21 years old... 20 friggen 1
I figure...
I should nip this in the bud before my best friend Ashley is calling Intervention on my ass.