Thinking kind of sucks.

Well... not always. Not in small doses. Not if all you think about is stupid, trivial things like what I should write in my empty little corner of the internet. But if you think about big things it really starts to bum you out. Thinking about one big thing leads to thinking about other big things, and eventually your little brain is so full of big thoughts that you can't sort through them anymore. You can't dig thought the pile of heavy emotions and philosophies to get to the softer, lighter thoughts of life. Thinking about love and life and religion is just a recipe for long sleepless nights. One day you will look into your mind and see nothing but a monolithic wall of paradoxes and quantum physics and parallel universes and you will feel nothing but hopeless emptiness. You need to let those thoughts free. You need to let someone else appreciate their weight. Without someone like that, I am lonely. I am empty. Let me think with you.