I study words. In fact, I study them too much. I turn them inside out to decipher the slightest intent. I always look for subliminal messages.

I tend to think a lot. I squeeze my brains out. I really think that I think too much. See? I'm doing it again. I can't stop it.

I analyze and I over-analyze. And most of the time I'm confused with the different analyses I come up with. It's hard interpreting but never really knowing with certainty.

Being obsessed with meaning is good to a certain extent but it can get pretty tiring. I have a love-hate relationship with metaphors. It's just that I'm deeply bothered by things I cannot understand. 'What is the meaning of all this?' I find myself always asking. I feel empty. I feel numb. I am lost. I am tired.

I am obsessed with meaning. And frankly, I do not get the meaning of this obsession.