I Am Working On Myself

I'm such a piece of work. I've discovered talking or typing isn't a thing I want to do anymore.

My head has become untranslatable; I can't always find the words. My head speaks a different language than my tongue, than my fingers.

I used to be able to let it out, informatively. I could type out multiple paragraphs by the time I'm figuring out what to write here.

Seems to be nowadays my binging disorder and loneliness clouded my mind and I can't fix it

I don't know how to communicate, its the reason i don't have friends

I think the reason for this is discovering that people hate me and don't wanna hear my voice, and I may have become accustom to it.

I wanna cry because I can't talk. My head hates me