My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations

So many things I want to say. 

But what's new? I can't communicate them in cohesive sentences.

But if I could, I would tell them to strangers.

Because they are the same problems, manifested in different contexts. 

& I must have repeated them countless time to my faithful listening ears. By now, they are prolly sick of them? Because I am.

On second thought, perhaps it would better to keep things to myself.

Opening up to new people doesn't seem like a good idea to me because I always open up to the wrong people.

Oh well, chin up & move on gurl.