So, most people that know me well, know that I'm a really deep thinker....but I try my damndest not to show it. But lately, I dunno if my over analyzation disease is kicking my ass, or if I'm just not putting together the pieces of a long drawn out puzzle......a storyboard if you will, That is pointing in a direction I would never expected. I know that everytime I write here, it seems as if I'm just a constant abstract, and I never really get to the point, But I feel like thats just it. Everything that happens is already drawn, and leading to more, and it took me 20 years to realize it.
It's like I stumble onto bits and pieces of the past at times when they aren't needed, or so it seems. Call them flashbacks, PTSD, whatever you will. But I just feel like my brain is constantly tripping over itself in riddles and metaphors.
Basically I'm locked in a room, full of ghosts. Got my sweet ghostbusters jumpsuit, but no proton pack or trap. my head is going to explode....
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