Me and My Thoughts on Literally Everything

non stop

Why do I write like I'm running out of time?

Because sometimes that's how it feels. Because sometimes it feels like my voice is stuck in my throat, not because I'm "afraid" of the consequences, but because it feels like people are forcing it to stay in my throat. Almost as though they are afraid of what might happen if my voice gets heard.

And as far as I'm aware, my time is running out. It has been since the day the sperm fertilized the egg that made me. And it won't stop running out until it, runs out.

Suffice to say, having a low follow count everywhere doesn't help either, especially when half the time no one actually reads what I take the time to type, so.

Still, even with all this going on, I can't help but know that even if these efforts don't succeed, at some point in the near or far future, they will.

I'm tired but I feel the need to work, as always. I suppose it's a little strange to want to work on a vacation. But that's how it is for me.

Anyways, I feel like I need to shout to the world that I'm human too. Sometimes, it seems as though some people don't remember that.

Anyways, I gotta go.