For some time, I've felt like I've something to say; or rather something I've thought about, but can't quite put into words. This is my continuing attempt to do such a thing.
I almost hate being alone, because alone with no one but yourself you are forced to think. Or turn on the television to avoid thinking, but that is not an option for me at the moment. My dislike for this is such that when I start to think, I tend to think deeply. And the deeper my thoughts the longer it takes to come out the hole of ideas I've created around myself.
Or, as exampled above, my thoughts are prose that is almost purple in nature, and I wonder why I am able to speak with eloquence and elegance and then garble it up when I open my mouth. Why my thoughts become chopped, butchered, and more blunt then I would have them, but unable to change what is said and done.
...or maybe I'm just thinking too much.
I almost hate being alone, because alone with no one but yourself you are forced to think. Or turn on the television to avoid thinking, but that is not an option for me at the moment. My dislike for this is such that when I start to think, I tend to think deeply. And the deeper my thoughts the longer it takes to come out the hole of ideas I've created around myself.
Or, as exampled above, my thoughts are prose that is almost purple in nature, and I wonder why I am able to speak with eloquence and elegance and then garble it up when I open my mouth. Why my thoughts become chopped, butchered, and more blunt then I would have them, but unable to change what is said and done.
...or maybe I'm just thinking too much.