there's a place that I go that nobody knows...

I have things to say.

But I'm so aware that I'm talking about myself and my ideas that I can't speak.

And when I do speak, I'm trying to say so much in my small amount of allotted words that everything runs together in a mess. And when I do this, and people interrupt me, it proves to me that they aren't interested in what I was saying -- because I only have a few words a day, and they have many hundreds in a day, and they are taking them from me.

I didn't used to be like this. Someone broke me. And I'm still putting myself back together. But sometimes its so hard to do by yourself. Sometimes you just want someone to do it for you. But you can't ask for that. I can't ask for that. I'd rather do it myself, the right way.

So mistakes get made.

So I don't say things.