excuse me waiter where are my crayons
Why are you trying to pick apart my brain? Why are you asking how my brain is doing? You speak fancy words which translate to a simple question. I’m just a young girl whose only good insight is herself. You’re too smart for me. I just enjoy your work and letting you know all the pictures it paints in my head and how I feel. Don’t appreciate everything i’m saying about it. There are so many emotions and ways I convey. Its just work. Its just another listener and now you apologize for being selfish because you want to know whats on my mind? Dont do this me. Its embarrassing talking about whats in my head. But what stranger would truly ask that kind of question? Does it amuse you to hear an elementary mind? What is your intention from the breed of your likeminded kind? Just to hear how “facinating my brain is”? I dont know. I just feel like the only salad at a barbeque. Just distract me please I’m used to it.