If I walked around carrying a notebook writing down everything about you that I never wanted to forget, would you call me weird?
Sometimes I get the urge to write things on the walls, on the ceililngs, on myself. I don't know why I don't; maybe because it's socially incorrect.
I'm currently and constantly in a drug induced daze. I lose track of my days quite frequently, my short term memory loss has gotten worse. I like it though. In a sense, it's like discovering new things everyday.
Lately I've been thinking so much that my thoughts build up an insane amount of pressure within my head. To put it simply, it feels as though my head is going to explode a lot of the time. Thoughts began to leak out of my mouth; a lot of the time I don't realize this. Subconscious relief; however I never feel very relieved afterwards just tired.
I know someone who never believes he is wrong. At first I was intrigued by her, but now I find him to be a tad obnoxious and undoubtedly condescending. When someone tries to sound smart, it takes away from everything they're expressing, a flaw I would love to express with her, however he believes he knows all. A lost cause; how sad.
If we humans were able to use 100% of our brains, we'd most likely be able to blow things up with our minds.
Please forgive this post, I'm still lost inside my head...
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