Can't say i'm too surprised to find myself here again... clear "page" and blinking cursor... it's like revisitting an old friend and all the melancholy that comes with it.
It's a sign that I can hear myself think again in the bittersweet silence.
The universe just reminded me that no shrink, friend or loved one really gives a flying fart what you think as long as you change your opinion in their perspective.
If I keep doing things like i'm supposed to, when do I get to do the things I like?
Nevermind that question, it's not like i know the things I like to do, I get them confused with what i'm supposed to be doing and liking it that most of the time I can't tell them apart.
But today i'd love to figure out why i'm so inarticulate.
Although the pen is mightier than the sword, the concepts all come from the same place don't they?
So why is it that I can read what I say, hear what i say - fully understand the message but it comes across as giberish?
Could it be that the receptor isn't interested in the message?
Now that can't be right? Why would I try to relay a message to someone who doesn't want to understand?
My bad... I keep forgetting that I'm the one that can't get my message across.
In my defense, it's not easy to speak to someone thats screaming at you especially when you try talk about the big picture and they won't get off the missing paintbrush.
I am the problem, I know this because I kept being told that i am problem and apparently I'm too ignorant to see what everyone else sees but me.
But I know I'm not insane,
For now I just know that I should never have stopped writing.
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