Just 'cause you can't say what you truly feel.

Just 'cause you are AFRAID.

Damn it man now I feel like banging my head to the wall.

I mean,

You know,

How bad can someone be WITH WORDS?

Those are even supposed to be literal.

No metaphor, onomatopoeia, hyperbole, or any other literary techniques required.

Although, maybe it'd be better that way.

Yet, it choked the hell out of me.

For the first time, I felt like something heavy was really holding me back.

Maybe,

Maybe I'm just afraid.

Afraid I'm not good enough.

Good enough to meet that standard.

I mean, what the hell do I have?

I'm just a weirdo,

A newbie,

Somebody who doesn't even know how to anything in this kind of situation,

A simpleton with minuscule brain for this kind of thing.

All I can ever give now is words.

Words, maybe words of feelings.

But what are words?

What can they do?

What can they prove, when this is all what I am?

When all I ever am is someone who doesn't know the simple act of adoration?

Maybe a lot of them were right.

No, they are right.

I'm the best in two things;

Thinking too much,

And doing nothing.

Yes, this may be too early.

Too soon for anything.

But I can't deny one thing.

That I didn't plan for any of these to spring from inside of me.

This innate, tingling sense is nothing I've ever expected.

Bigger than I've thought,

Stronger than I've ever felt.

See? I'm doing it again.

All I can do is just WRITE IT ALL HERE.

Gahhh..