Incomplete thoughts.
Incomplete.
Like you don't quite understand what the emotions you are feeling are trying to tell you.
But they're there regardless.
It kinda sucks.
Like something is taping your mouth shut.
Like if you open your mouth a bunch of words will fall out in the wrong order and completely broken.
Incomplete thoughts.
It turns into some type of rant that nobody understands.
Nobody fucking understands.
But you want them to understand.
That's all you really want from people, you want them to understand you.
But they can't.
Because you don't know how to make them understand the things you are feeling.
And every time you try to use your words, something stops you.
It could be other people.
Interrupting your small soft voice with their larger ones.
Talking over you.
It could be your own mind.
Telling you that the things you're trying to say wont make sense.
Telling you that you're better off not saying anything at all.
Telling you a bunch of things at once.
Incomplete.
YOU ARE READING
A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
RandomHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
