There are 6,697,254,041 people in the world.
So why are we all so lonely and sad?
Or maybe it's just me.
Maybe it's just nights like this.
Maybe I just think too much.
I never say what I'm thinking any more.
A friend called me on that tonight. "I never know if you're saying what you actually mean," he said.
"I try to always say what I mean," I say. "But it's hard. It's my defense mechanism not to say anything at all."
I do it without thinking about it. Ask me if something is bothering me and I'll say "no" when I mean "yes." Ask me what I'm thinking about and I'll say "nothing" when I really mean "you" or "something that will offend you." Sometimes I have so much to say but don't know how to go about saying it, so then I say nothing at all.
I think that's why I've always been a writer.
*sigh* This post is becoming more melodramatic and emo than I anticipated. There's just a lot on my mind tonight, I guess.
I should sleep.
Next time I post, it will be something funny, interesting, and relevant. I promise.