How I think.
When I think, those thoughts stay... They fester. It's like a voice that means everything, doesn't care if it hurts me, doesn't care if it makes a point.
The thoughts just stay, branch off into new thoughts, or they stay the same.
The thoughts usually stay the same... Making me ache, my stomach tighten for no reason, my eyes water.
Just-- some days I don't like thinking. Some days I wish I could stop thinking, or at least make my thoughts calmer, soft... better.
It's weird to me how my thoughts just... APPEAR! Like they're waiting to surprise me for a birthday party. A birthday party I don't really want a surprise for.
That's all folks.
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