My only constant companion is my brain. The one that hardly ever stops talking to me. And the one that reminds me that it is The One responsible for me typing the previous sentence. And the one before that.
And of course, anything that came before that as well.
I think I think too much. No thanks to That Brain of mine. Or perhaps the Whoever-Whatever-I-Really-Don't-Know-If-You-Exist mini being that is living in that brain space.
And now it tells me to convey a message. To who, I do not know. Probably myself.
"My brain is there to encourage me."
Of course I know that's a lie. How many times have I fallen for its you-are-so-bad at-this and you-should-stop-embarrassing-yourself-in-front-of-others and what-a-failure-exclamation-mark speeches. I know.
Just too many to count.
... I think I'm falling for one of my brain's tricks again. What is it up to now?
...
Or may the lack of sleep has just caught up to me.
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