Yup

I think about thinking way too much. Lately I spend almost all of my time in my own head. Weighing whats important and whats not. The worst part is im terrible at it. At least I think I am.

The other day I read a quote by Jeffery McDaniel

Once
I dated a woman I only liked 43%.So I only listened to 43% of what
she said.Only told the truth 43% of the time.And only kissed
with 43% of my lips.Some say you can't quantify desire, attaching
a number to passion isn't right, that the human heart doesn't work
like that.But for me it does-I walk down the street and
numbers appear on the foreheads of the people I look at. In bars,
it's worse.With each drink, the numbers go upuntil every woman
in the joint has a blurryeighty something above her eyebrows, and
the next day I can only remember 17%of what actually happened.
That's the problem with booze-it screws with your math.


I feel like thats the type of shit running through my head all the time. but getting something like that written down just will never happen. Even this attempt at writing something feels nearly impossible but somehow I manage. I'm waiting til I meet that person who gets me, but I dont even get me.

I've got one, maybe two guys who know me so well they could probably do a better job of explaining me then I can. I like that, and I usually like image they produce. I'm not allowed to own a firearm. Thats fucked up.

School isn't for me. Ive learned a lot here. But the thing I really learned was how to drink, and that makes sense cause I learned from the best.

I've never been so close to someone that I literally feel there pain, but not just there pain, there joy too. I think I like that sensation more then my own pleasure. Ive had so much of it I dont even care about it anymore. Someday someone will make me care, if I give them the chance.

I feel like I spent my younger years numb, I literally dont remember any of my childhood. Where the fuck did my memory go. It used to be awesome.