I think I think too much because my thoughts tend to overwhelm me and I can't think straight. At all. I would really appreciate it if I was not one of those people that has conspiracy theories and memories and ideas and stories and images and words transmitting through electrical and chemical signals from neuron to neuron at 100,000 per second in my brain.
It just feels like too much at times.
I hate the kind of days that feel like an eternity. They don't only look gloomy and dark, but it also feels that way. Kind of like you're in a cage that you can't escape, because the bars are invisible and there is no key to turn in the lock. But you can still feel the enclosed space. You only have so much air to breath in and breath back out through your heart and to your lungs.
I feel like a game piece that keeps receiving the wrong card, and the dice, which are my fate, are continually directing me to the wrong spot on the board. Maybe my life is another version of the Game of Thrones, minus the hatred, blood, and love affairs. I suppose I can only relate to that show in the sense that nothing works out the way it should, and everything is more complicated than it should be.
And, speaking of complicated, I would really appreciate it if certain people took the time out of their day to explain to me certain situations. For instance, more than half the time I cannot and will not understand a subtle hint. You will have to spell things out for me if you really want me to understand the gravity of this... thing. I don't even know what to call it. Should I even consider giving it a title?
And this is why I hate days like this. I think too much for my own good.
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