Talk

I am actually dying to talk to someone. I am also dying to see other people. It is killing me that I can't talk to anyone. But what makes things worst is that I begin to waver about starting a conversation with anyone when I get a chance. I don't know why. I want to talk. I want to talk about something that is relevant. I want to talk about your life. But somehow there is an ominous force within myself that is stopping me. Also I want to find a penfriend, because I want to write and talk about something with substance.