Sometimes I wish I was a feeler. I could explain how I feel and I'd know exactly why and have an idea of how to deal with it. I'd be able to express myself easily. But no, I just had to be a thinker. Sometimes I want to scream, but my voice is so low that I sound like a man when I do, so I'll just start yelling. Sometimes I have to keep myself from using profanity. Like, sometimes I wanna say something that goes with the flow of the message and the tone to get my point across. I actually had to stop typing a few seconds ago to talk to my dad, and he mentioned how when I talked on the phone with him yesterday that I seemed to be "snappy". I wouldn't blame him, for I'll either sound like an extrovert, aggravated, or just very quiet. Woops, I rambled again.
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Blind as They See
Non-FictionThe sequel to my previous journal 'They Can't See It'.
