Brainshambles

I’ve eaten only ice cream for dinner several days in a row, now.

Funny how the right ratio of stress:ice cream can actually make one skinnier. Women continue to hate me. It’s great.

There aren’t enough hours in the day.

I still feel awkward about everything.

Sometimes, I feel so enlightened, eager, and filled to the brim with ideas, thoughts, hopes and dreams. I want to share it all, I want others to see things or feel things, or understand things. But it’s as if all the bubbling thoughts and emotions get bottlenecked somewhere between my brain and my mouth. And nothing ever sounds quite right.

So I’m starting to think it’d be better if I stop talking all together. Give up, save face.

I want to make them all so happy. I work so hard to make people happy. I don’t know why, but I do know why, but regardless of the why and how…

I hate to sound selfish, but I really feel like it’s kind of my turn? Not a big turn…just a little turn.

I dream an awful lot for a clinical insomniac.