Sometimes I feel like I don't say enough. Or that what I do say is too drenched in my over thinking it that it either comes out wrong, or that what I'm trying to say isn't entirely conveyed.

I'm still jobless, I'm living back at Kevin's, and tomorrow I have to be up ass early.
I should probably go to bed.
I might finish this thought later.

why do i get the sneaking suspicion that maybe what i'm trying to prove wrong ISN'T so wrong?
i just fear i'm going to die alone.