Turnado of Thoughts

A turnado of thoughts keep flowing in my little brain over and over. Two people or more keep fighting day and night inside my brain about their preceptions and judgments. I should have been part of the conversation you might think, yes, but I quit. I’m exhausted of arguing. I lost it during our arguments. I thought I knew what I wanted to point out but I ended up not having a clue about who the hell I am.