Say It Like You Mean It

I spend a great deal of my time worrying about what to say.
What would be the best way to phrase words and sentences without sounding like a complete loser dork asshole?
It never really works out that well, considering all that time I spend thinking would be better used just talking.
By the time I have thought of something adequately satisfying, the moment has passed and so has the topic of conversation.
Thus the vicious cycle starts itself all over again.

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