Attempt 2: Because I can't shift it

I think I've cracked it,

when you are here I don't need to write because my ramblings, the inner workings of my brain, sit with you.
You make me feel like a raindrop in sheet rain.

Pastel pink flashes on the TV. I am sat alone, starkers. The Chanel girl is sliding up and down an over-sized perfume bottle, in only ribbons.
My Great-Grandma's picture is directly opposite me.

I lose my train of thought.

There are three people, an interesting and feminine woman laying on a bed with two, rather nonsensical men chatting above her. It's distracting.

I had science revision today and a Law exam. I feel confident, won't lie. Chemistry was different and Physics, everything about Physics other than the formulas and red-shift, half life eludes me.

Ears tingle. I was playing the music a little loud for 22:55. E4. First Aid bag. Metal card he made me. Oust. UV face paint. The screen. Sorry, my head is thinking laterally. I like football. The sketches if not the game, the general bloody parade of it all, the pride is a sight. There's a guy humping a bed on the TV, that's happening. Skins, with only the best characters from prior series is coming, my friends. I no longer care about causing trouble mentioning companies. If I'm writing about my life it does involve companies, shows, songs, fragrances, Facebook and alcohol consumption.

I don't think this one is going anywhere.
I think I'm wasting your time. It's a little dull, not with it enough and not gritty enough.
I don't know if I've got that in me.

Wanted to send a message but didn't.
Want to understand and enjoy the time alone as much as the time together (Not more but as much), it's healthy.

Goodnight.