I guess it's because I'm lonely.
I just want to talk.
I just want to be heard.
I want to ramble incessantly and share my opinions and the things I love with people that might love what I love.

Sometimes, I'm inspired by what people write.
Sometimes, I want to be the one who inspires.

There are days when I look into this gigantic world and I feel completely sane.
Other days, I make no sense, not even to myself.

Lately, lately though, I feel spoiled; like milk that's been left too long in the fridge.
I'm locked in place.
I have to beg my heart to beat
I have to plead with my mind to just... stop.
I have to coax my emotions from their holes in the wall.

I wasn't always used goods and spoiled milk

Once upon a time, I was lovely.