At least I understand me....I think...

I wish you were in my brain, so that when I write or talk you understand me.  I get tired of trying to explain myself.  It's like words that come out aren't what I'm thinking or feeling.  I make no sense.  So I guess I can't blame you for not understanding me.

It seems that the more frustrated I get in these situations, the less and less sense I do make.  I get lost in it too.  Then I'm frustrated with myself because I can't get my point across.  Then I resent you for not understanding me and making me sound stupid.

I wish my brain and my mouth (or fingers in this case) were actually friends with each other.  I would make more sense.  You would like me more.

In the mean time, just remember 4 words: "You are right, Taylor."  Or a simple, "I don't understand you, but I love you to pieces regardless" would suffice.