I'm done yelling.
I'm so tired of it.
I'm just done yelling.
About my opinion about my emotions about my life and my feelings about unfairness about everything.
I feel like it's either talk to much say too little
Or
Talk too little say too much.
I'm going to church quietly. On my own terms. I'm ignoring the chaos I'm ignoring the hurt I'm ignoring the past I keep reminiscing on.
Shit happens. Embarrassing shit happens. Regrets happen. It's gonna be fine, like, actually.
Becoming me doesn't mean go back to "hoodie mere." It means to stop obsessing over everything I've been obsessing over.
So what nathan and I don't talk, I feel better about myself now that I'm not staring at the "delivered 2 days ago" on snap.
So what Michael is in my lunch and English, I'm not gonna be defined and controlled by how one person decided/s to treat me. And so what i said things to him I wish I hadn't, we all do that.
So what Zac and I don't get along too well anymore, it's ok to take my time in getting myself together enough.
So what I don't talk to people in my 1st 2nd 3rd 4th 6th hour? I have friends in 5th and lunch and 7th. That's about more than I had last semester.
I'm just done yelling.
My voice is tired from the nonsense.
YOU ARE READING
Meredith's Thoughts Volume IV
Non-FictionYou know how it be down in Mere town. Welcome back. (If you haven't read Mere's Thoughts 1-3 they're still here and I'd suggest reading those first to get some background knowledge if you care haha)
