Incomprehensible babble

It is surprising how often you forget to talk to yourself. And then, someone comes along, someone you don't know and don't care about, and they remind you of how much you miss yourself. Miss being with yourself, talking to yourself. It has been such a long while since I've been just me. Now it's always me and him, him and me. I miss myself. And I know I'm not making any sense to anyone else, but I know I'm making sense to me. And that's the best part about talking to yourself, and being with yourself. You can't get tired of yourself, and you can say whatever you like, because you will never misunderstand yourself.