L'EDIT: I want to confirm that everyone knows why I wrote this. I'm not feeling lonely, and I know that I have a lot of people to talk to. I'm talking about how when I write something, it is too long and as a result, no one wants to read it. I'm not whining about being lonely.

My friends, I am afraid that I have become that which I hate the most.

I have become an overly verbose plot point.

OH THE INHUMANITY!

I've been talking about how passionate I've been about things for a while, and how I've been joining forums and such to talk about the things I love. Bust perhaps I'm too excited. I'm churning out topics and questions that are so incredibly long-winded that no one one even bothers to read them. I feel every once of information is necessary to convey my ideas well, though. I looked at how long some of my posts were, out of morbid curiosity. The longest of them was 663 words long. Compare that to the already long-winded Watchman-themed journal entry I wrote the other week, which was 425 words long. Wow.

I guess not even Watchmen could sponge up all of the passionate piss I've been holding in for so long. I blame not being able to talk to anyone about this stuff in real life.

What should I do?