Sometimes I ramble when I write. Sometimes I over talk myself. Sometimes I make too much out of something. Sometimes my writings are fiction, sometimes they are nonfiction. Sometimes my writings are done out of anger, or lust, or friendship. Sometimes they mean nothing, sometimes they mean too much. Sometimes people read into them too much and don't realize it was just a piece I felt the need to write. I get confused, I get hurt, I get happy. I write to write, to make people think, to possibably become a muse to someone. I enjoy the thought of making others think about what I am saying. Is it Me that she is talking about, or is it her dog? Is it me that she lusts after or is it just a thought? I can scare people away with my writings, I can draw them closer to me too. My writings make no sense to me sometimes, other times I look at them not sure if I wrote them at all. I am absurd, and complex, and constantly trying to better myself. So I guess the next time I write I should think first put a note at the end and say this had nothing to do with you, just had to get it out on paper, just how I was feeling at the moment.
