Always.

I don't always find myself at a lack of words to express. But when I do, there's really shit loads I wished I could say. But there is no words to this. One day, I'll meet someone who can read me like a book, and they'll help me share my story. One day. Just one day. I don't like this feeling. There's a nagging thought at the back of my head, telling me I have undone business. I know I have so many things undone. What the shit. Why can't I learn to take it chill like everyone does. When can't I just go with the flow. Oh, I remember why. This is what I mean by a plan. What the shit. I'm becoming too much of a nag even for myself. Fuck this shit. Fuck everything alright.