everything you know about me is so one sided. everything is watered down into a version of the truth that i am comfortable sharing.
you dont know my favorite color, the song that i cant resist singing along to, or the little things that make me smile.
you dont know me at all.
you dont know my biggest fear, or the things that make me tremble and bite my lip, or the thoughts i spend hours running over and over in my head like a cd player stuck on repeat.
you dont know me at all.
we form such two dimensional understandings of people that we truly have no right to draw conclusions about.
the girl that wears flowers in her hair and smiles the brightest goes home and gets abused, and spends hours at night crying, because she doesnt think she is good enough for this world. nobody knows that, but thats all she wants. she doesnt want anyone to know how much she hates the very skin that framed her body. she doesnt want anyone to notice that she is wrapping things around her stomach to keep her from looking "too fat." but no, shes okay. nothing is wrong at all; look how happy she is.
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rants | stnar
HumorI know you probably don't care. Well maybe you do if you are reading this? I don't know. I hope you enjoy me ranting.
