full of it

i am. . .
what is this bullshit i put out into the world
like the world cares
(maybe no one reads this)

nausea inducing - head spinning - drunken on my own bullshit
i thought that perhaps I do this as a form of self expression
what if I put my thoughts out there for someone else to happen across?

now I do it and I wonder - what am i talking about
is this really what I think about?

i am beginning to regret the beginning of this thing.

it would be the introvert - that part that hates to admit that I even exist

endlessly fascinating
observing my own insanity