There’s a coil in me. It likes to wind itself up. The only thing that eases This… Tension… Is these words dribbling, Down and out of my mouth. Babble… Nonsense… Not the words I’m trying to use, Nor the meaning I’m trying to convey. I’m… I’m sorry I’m this way.
I've gotten into a bad habit of just unleashing a stream of consciousness, when I get anxious about social things, which in turn doesn't actually really help much of anything.