I realized that I misspoke.
I am not having trouble thinking of ideas, I am having trouble expressing all the depths of who I really am.
The dimensions of my personality, of my aspirations, are boundless.
This diamond has so many facets:
I can't finish this post.
Here I was, trying to express myself earnestly, and yet it seems I can take nothing seriously.
I am a joke even to myself.
Not one of these dimensions of my personality I tried to illustrate came out right; they are just silly, and worse, inaccurate.
I hate fashion.
I am terrible at science.
And I can't fit into my union suit anymore.