things to say.

I talk a lot.

Well, when I'm *comfortable*, I talk a lot.

I know that it bothers some people, and I'm sure that oftentimes I'm annoying. But I usually speak for a purpose.

Well, maybe that's not true.

I speak when I feel the urge to speak. Sometimes, that leads to gibberish tumbling out of my lips and down my chin, dribbling away like melting ice cream. Sometimes, I actually do have pearls of wisdom that are helpful and insightful. Sometimes, I speak to joke. I speak to laugh. I speak to cause other's laughter.

Well, not often enough.

I find myself speaking negatively lately. Not with a sad tone, mind-- just with almost depressing words and phrases. I find myself being lost and therefore, my words become lost. Sitting alone in my car recently, I find myself unable to describe what I am.

Well, who I am.

I am unable to create the words, or even the feelings, behind what I am. How to feel and know what I am to do when I don't know what I am. Or who I am. Or what I want.

Well, not all of what I want.

I want too much. I want everything. The problem being, not every material good. I want EVERYTHING. I want to...... everything.