This is something. Something you're reading. This thing that you're reading is the ramblings of a clinically depressed human. That's all these really are. Ramblings. This is just me, the author, writing anything and everything that comes to mind. This isn't anything special, not really. You were drawn to it though. Something about a book, a not so special book, brought it to your attention. Often, I will hide behind my words, I spit them with a repertoire of false confidence. In actuality, you wont find this confidence on me. These are just the ramblings of a human. A human with thoughts and processes just like you. Except, my processes are messy, much like my mind is. My ramblings are just full of all-over-the-place thoughts and confusion. Hell, sometimes I even confuse myself. Sadly, I don't have a point-A-to-point-B mind. It'd be so much easier to ar-tic-u-late my thoughts. Instead, I'm just left to sift through my words until I find ones I deem "perfect" to describe whatever clusterfuck thought is hightailing it through my mind. In all honesty, the words I choose will never perfectly describe my thoughts or my process.The words just don't simply exist. For now, I will use the words I have been given, and try to unsuccessfully use them.
