I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.
I lack the communication skills necessary for today’s world. I try my fucking best, man. But I fear the more I try to talk, the more I’m likely to ruin something, yet, saying less or nothing at all carries the same consequences. Either way, I still blow it in the end and am left smoking my cigarettes in silence.