It's one of those days where everyone's using words I understand but are talking in a completely different language to me. I'll say one thing and the response will just be gibberish, cryptic or something I didn't even ask to know. Usually, when my thoughts are cluttered, I liken it to someone pressing a whole lot of typewriter keys down all at once, with only a garbled, incomplete mess striking the page.
It could be a result of my mind going soft because my Summers leave me too much time to think to have any fun, but my only goal right now is to save up enough money to get the hell away from here. Where would I go? To the one place where I know I'm understood, of course. It really is time to start anew.