I've gotten so used to rolling stuff about in my head until I feel like my head weighs 84641354 kg and it's gonna drop off any time soon, I don't know how to write down my thoughts anymore.

With a thousand and one things running through my head, the old me would have ranted on and on, be it the old school pen and paper way, or just tapping on the keyboard just the way I am. I've been staring at the screen for half an hour now, trying to consolidate the runaway pieces of thoughts, but, it's about as messed up as my room is now.

Same old stuff, same old laments, just different day, different impact.

I'll hold my peace, for now, till then. It is all still getting to me, drilling slowly but surely into my head, I just pretend.