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WEEEELLLLLLL
this is already turning into my rant journal, so what the hell! I'll just add to it :]
I FEEL SHITY AS ********.
>O<
helpless is a perfect word for it.
hell I don't even know why I'm writing this for everyone to see. maybe because I know no one will read it? and if they do, fat chance they'll help.
I'm tired.
not just physical tired, like... dead in every way.
my mind is always in the clouds,
and when someone talks I always have to ask about what they said.
talking i getting harder and harder
forming the words is like
trying to pull my invisible brain out of my skull and prove
to everyone it's there.
I
AM
SICK
OF
THE
WORDS.
I want them to all flow out in some scream and never come back.
leave me with no voice so I can show everyone what I feel and mean
let me show them the wonders of what I see
and the silliness of words.

My mind drifts to far off lands to where sound is only for those who make it without a tongue or vocal box.
Where the animals run through thick trees and howl to a god that gave them no life other than this.
To a place where the only music comes from the hum of a guitar or the roar of water.
And my mind never has to form another explanation with things that can't possibly describe it.