Terribly hindered as I smile because that's just the kind of day it is. Happy, yet tears fill my soul. Eyes glisten and worry shapes the brows of those who notice. It's a day so full of love and sadness I'm not sure what to do with myself, I talk excitedly fumbling and showing a little too much of a younger self. I tease and joke and feel relief as claws rake through the back my mind; eyes glass. At some point I pout, and do what my father likes to call the poopy lip; for the first time in god knows how long, and I swear I my own hand came to slap me so fast I didn't know what was coming. The poor person who was victim of such a display was stunned, I held my face as a blush ran up my neck and filled my face. Everywhere but my cheeks (I'm built different). It was horrendous but it doesn't stop there, the same thing happened within the "safety" of my own home, to my sibling. Nobody was safe. Trust nothing, not even yourself. However, my eyes seemed dryer and the only thing going through my mind was light embarrassment. Odd times we are living in.
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Fuck You, Nicely
PuisiOne finding themselves, ups and downs; streams of melancholy and yearning of the heart. Contains time stamps of a life that seem to fade too fast and rants through life lessons I often forget. There might be some triggers with eating and just mental...
