Truth..

is it true?

I've got so many things to say but i just construct out in words. Everything is just in a jumble. Mix up like a bowl of salad.

You know me well.. i don't ask or say anything... sure? i mean i actually dun say anything at all without you asking?

i don't know you well.. sure? does that mean i don't care or don't remember or don't ask?

or in comparison i am not even half as or maybe quarter as talkative like some other people?

i make u feel awakard?

head is like a pin ball machine.. fingers are........confused lost.. be back when focus..