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I wish I could draw a road map
Of what's in my heart
To tell me how to get where I want to go
To tell me where to start.
Conversations never seem to do me any good
All my thoughts are diluted in my mind
And get caught in my throat
Ugh. I'm kind of angry that it's only Tuesday. I wish it were Thursday. But Tuesday isn't so bad I guess. Better than Monday. And I know that each minute that passes is another minute closer to the weekend.
I've been at a loss of eloquent things to say lately. It's somewhat frightening. Distressing.
I don't like it. I guess I just have to be patient and try not to be anxious over things.
Being quiet sometimes isn't so bad.
It will give me a chance to listen.
But then it feels like no one else is saying ANYTHING.
I guess I'll have to listen harder.
Listen to the silence.
It's funny because my throat was scratchy by Sunday night and I just kind of stopped talking since then. The last two days have kind of been a blur. I like tacos. The end.