Onions Make You Cry
Today I realized that I no longer speak English, it's rather an awkward mumble which is hoping to find it's way to what I want to say. It's really annoying when you're around new people, because they just assume that you are boring as milk and then you notice that that's what they're thinking, and this is when the real akwardness begins. Today I managed to keep it in though, but I can feel it boiling inside of me. It was about to explode, like a vomit, onto the table stuffed with all the different kinds of onion you can imagine. Even this text is futile, uninteresting, scattered and I don't know. I don't know. What I do know is that today the clouds had holes in them, and I could relate.