My brain fascinates me. It fails when I need it, it wakes me up with solutions to days old problems, it gives me random words that I don’t need in languages that may or may not be useful at the time, it messes with me.

There are times when my brain can’t leave things alone, it will pick and will be the death of me. So, I decided on a therapeutic release of all the crazy that is in it. Because you don’t know me. And I don’t know you. Which means I can’t ruin our relationship when the neurotic part of my brain doesn’t know how to shut up.

Perfect right?