Papers

will be the end of me.

there's enough babel in my head to fill buildings with stories but I can't organize anything or keep interest in anything to make it past a few pages.
This really bothers me. I have the potential, I know I do. I just can't access it. And its crippling to know you have the ability to do something but not being able to do it. And its these crippling shackles that cause me to go out of my mind.

Thoughts

The very thought of many things drive me insane.
I can't cope with thought.
That's my only problem