My thoughts portrayed by a character I guess and it's a journal entry

There's just something about some days, y'know? Those days when nothing fits. Your thoughts don't fit in your head, your feelings don't fit in your heart, and your words don't fit in your mouth.
You feel all tight and compacted, but you're bursting at the seams. Those are pretty shitty days.
I tell you, I've had so many days like that, I swear to God you can see my head expanding from the thoughts, my heart bursting from my chest, and my mouth just hanging there. Just kind of hanging open like a big dope who's tongue got too heavy from all the words it wanted to say.
This is pretty weird, you know, but sometimes who's going to listen, right? Who's got that ear that's too small from the lack of words it's hearing? Who's got that shrink-a-dink shoulder that's just waiting for the water of your eyes? Okay, that's sounding a little pathetic, and believe you me, this isn't going to be me saying “Woe betide my soul! I weep! O, I weep!” That's not me. But you know how it is, you know?
Days when you get so pent up and stretched out that all the words you can really force out are nouns. You mumble something incoherent about a bookshelf and the fish you had for dinner, when really what you want to say, you know, is something like “Hey! Hey you! Why'd you have to go and do that really lame thing you did?” Except, you know, more descript or something.
I've never been one for metaphors. I always wanted to be, you know? I always fancied myself somewhat of a writer. But my style is too casual. I try to throw in some metaphor about my heart being a dove and flying away while its cage stays behind, but its cage is my body, you know? But it always sounds stupid to me. I always write jokes in my essays and my Professors always say, “Hey! You shouldn't do that, you know? But here, here take this mark because I liked it.”
I don't learn anything that way, you know? But then maybe I think there isn't anything really wrong with that. I mean, why fix what's not broken, you know? I guess I'm digressing, but you know, some days that's all you can really do. Cause if you're reading this, I'm sure you don't know me. At least, you don't know what's all happening with me right now, you know? And I can tell you, it's not incredibly interesting, so I don't blame you. So all I can do is talk about how I like metaphors and always want to slip the word “synecdoche” into conversation.
Or how I sometimes try to slip into conversation that I sing, because I want to sing for that person, you know? Like how when you write, you don't always go around bragging that you're a writer. But when you tell someone special, you do it because you want them to read it, you know? And it can get so nerve wracking thinking that they might be thinking you're a total idiot.
I guess I'm going off again. Anyway I guess what I want to say is today is one of those days.
And I hope your tongue doesn't get really heavy too often. In fact, I hope your tongue never gets heavy this way (but maybe it's an allergic reaction, you know? I guess you can't help that.) Anyway, I hope you have someone with that shrink-a-dink shoulder. 'Cause when you think you do and you're looking for them when really all you can do is sit on the couch in a blanket eating hummus and crackers rooting through your cell phone for someone to text, but it's 3 am, you know? So please don't get a heavy tongue. Please be and have a shrink-a-dink shoulder and I hope no one can ever see your heart bursting at the seams. I hope your 3ams aren't filled with hummus and that your thoughts fit perfectly in that cool little mind of yours. 'Cause they can't always, for everyone, and it's pretty shitty, you know?