Words have power.
It's a power that should give me the freedom to express myself. Instead, I feel a force that presses down on me, threatening to crush me under its weight.
No matter what I say or what I mean, there is always someone there to misunderstand it.
No matter how I try to understand and love the world around me, my words mark me as a close-minded individual.
I continually try to learn languages in hopes of gaining some newer, better way to use words. But the more I study and the more I learn, the more I realize that words are inadequate. And yet words, somehow, in their inadequacy, have power to change everything around me, with no way of calling it back.
Tomorrow, I may get up and be excited to teach my English class. Tomorrow, I may be excited to try to write my resume. Tomorrow, maybe I'll get the courage to say the things I mean to say and have them understood in the way I hope them to be understood.
Today, I hate words.