I rarely talk to anyone but my mum about anything and then I ramble on for ages and ages about everything that has crossed my mind since the last time I conversed with a human. I can’t help but wonder if she gets tired of it. And it’s bad enough that my two best friends always seem to make me believe that everything that comes out of my mouth is pure idiocy, and they call me their pet (meaning a lower being) and they wonder, along with probably most people, why I never seem to have an opinion on anything. I know my friends are partially joking around, but at times, it just makes me feel like utter crap, when all I ever do is try to make them happy.
Sorry for ranting, you probably don’t care, but sometimes I need to say things to someone/something because there’s nobody in my head to tell that doesn’t already know.