I Seem To Be Nothing But One Large Stream Of Consciousness

this is me and this will most definitely be a waste of time for anyone to try reading as there will be no punctuation or capitalisation or anything of the sort the goal is to let the words flow without deterrence although my own mind often finds ways to stall the words i need to break the seal of my silent exterior so that the soft interior that feels very strongly can come forth and be engaged in a way that doesnt make me nervous or shy away i feel a lot and often think i feel too much and that makes me want to shut down so as not to annoy others as it can annoy me the levels of my emotions the depths of which i know no limits its rather upwards not downwards depth implies going down into when i think i must go up into and ascendance of sorts i hate the limits of time i already feel it ticking in mock reminder of how difficult it is to manage my hobbies and my responsibilities oh how do i keep myself anonymous when my very soul is being extrapolated before me for sheer animosity alone does not condone silence