D'you ever...

...have so much you want to say but there's no one in particular that you really would like to listen?

I've talked so much the past month - to anyone unfortunate enough to utter the words "How're you doing?" - that I think I may have finally exhausted my piehole.

Is it worth talking if there isn't anyone around to hear it; do my thoughts even matter? Right now I feel like I've been repeating myself. Making the same arguments, venting the same rants, singing the same praises over and over and over again. Even I'm sick of the noise. I can't imagine how you feel.

What is so immensely sad is that I know I'm not getting my feelings across. It really does sound like the same old bullshit everytime my mouth forms words.... And yet, oh! There I go again, running my yapper and doing absolutely nothing other than adding to noise.

I'm probably being too hard on myself. But as a writer, I wish I could convey myself better with, you know... words.