Notebook (18)

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Tearing out pages in my notebook,
Rewriting sentences,
Crumpling up lost words.
I was never great at expressing emotions,
Or saying the correct things.
Sure, I can smile, laugh, and say, "I love you",
But, I can't link my thoughts and words together.
Words jumble,
And they can't seem to leave the tip of my tongue.
I stutter.
I sweat.
I sway back and forth.
I can't keep eye contact.
I'm a mess.

I hoped that I could write it down,
And I could prepare for what I wanted to say.
But I'm just some cliché girl,
It always sounds like I'm trying too hard.
I'm not a magical fairy tale princess,
I could never star in a movie.
I'm like a light burning out quickly.
My brain feels like it's jammed;
I can't think of anything.

My notebook feels empty now,
More than half of its pages are gone.
My room is dimly lit
With a candle burning,
Filling the room with a scent of lavender.
I stare up at the ceiling
Wondering what a rational person would say
To someone they like.
Adore.
Admire.
A ten page monologue doesn't seem fitting,
A simple sentence doesn't seem like enough.

I close the notebook and place it on my bookshelf,
Hidden away, so hopefully, no one will find it.
I turn off the lights and lay in bed.
My head hurts from the anxiety I hold.
I feel like the world could crash down on me any second,
I feel so vulnerable.
Maybe it's silly to any one who isn't me,
Maybe I seem ridiculous,
Maybe I seem like I'm over-exaggerating,
But I care too much about this.
And the words I can't seem to find and write down in my notebook,
Have to be said very soon.

Because Valentine's Day isn't so far away from today as it may seem.

This is kinda just a filler chapter since I'm still super busy. But once all of the stressful things in my life are over, I can write more! So I apologize that this chapter wasn't great. But, I'm trying to still update for the people that read this regularly (thank you). See ya guys soon!

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