this was my aim profile for a while, but since i'm going to change it, i'll save it here for safe keeping and future reference:

all i can do is yell because my talking voice is an annoying, emotionless monotony of mumbled sounds and incoherent combinations of the "english" alphabet. i wish i could speak our language better, so i wouldn't have to make up a new word for every new instance in which i am unable to describe. i fight this urge to run, because i know wherever i go i will have to articulate my seemingly urgent ideas through this same form of communication, suffering the unbearable knowledge that i'm wasting my time explaining something that cannot be explained with my degenerate and underdeveloped capacity to relay a message. are we supposed to be satisfied with the hints that we construct assumptions upon? are we supposed to live without complete truths?

we HAVE to live without the truth, and it is a sad, sad thing.