Another Thought

Sometimes I write all this stuff. Self-centric. Attempt at figuring it all out. Attempt at applying logic with the aim of rationalising everything.

This little train of thought is no different.

I should feel content with feeling lost. And rant less. Because sometimes I read what I've written and it feels like a hangover. I never sound like myself. The online me isn't the real me. Not entirely anyway.

I understand why people write without any intention of the words ever being read by someone else. Because the truth isn't heightened or buried, merely intertwined with the plot.