Am I too fucked to write?
I do, I do have a million thoughts all over and I do run out of people to share with, but I can’t write. My brain speaks out 1000 thoughts per minute and I stay on none. I am too fidgety to hold on to one thought. I never have I perhaps never will. It is being like a kid with attention deficit. God knows I am unable to do my office work because I am so random. Random! Random is my word. But isn’t it everyone else’s? Does not everyone get a trail of thoughts and then all they do is switch from one thought to another. Trust me with my kind of personality it is difficult to get things in order. And this is reflected in everything, my hair—never made up – clean though, my work table .I almost feel something is wrong if it is clean. I am at a very fragile point in life. Like everyone is. I am battling. Battling severely, and like a great human who fights cancer or war, my fight is none of this. It is very ordinary. It is like everyone else. I just perhaps have too much time to ponder...
