I have a feeling

That when I look back on all these posts, to see what I've said, or just because I'm bored, that I'm going to be a bit surprised.

Or just even more bored. I've never found myself to be quite interesting. I don't even do anything interesting. I sit a lot. People who aren't interesting sit. A lot. It's the nature of the situation. It's my own fault, though. I never get out. Explore. Do..things. You know, things? Like, stuff. Or take a moment to stop thinking.

People who think a lot aren't interesting, unfortunately, and I think through every thing I do, most everyday. It's not pleasant. What's the opposite of pleasant? Lets go with mindcrippling. Yea, that's a good one. My mind is crippled. That sounds dastardly. I like it. But, unfortunately, no one cares. The words here, and the words I leave elsewhere, will, frankly, be lost. Yes, that sounds emo. Dismally, emo is sometimes truth. That's a gross under-exaggeration. Emo is always truth, just the wrong truth, if that makes any sense.

If it does, good for you, because I've no idea what it means.