random musings on random things at random hours. do not take seriously, or personally. WARNING: posts may be cryptic, so if you think it's about you, it probably isn't.
Friday, August 19, 2005
indeed.
i'd known it all along. that i was not ready to show them who i was or what i thought. perhaps it is because im scared that they will reject me for who i am, that they will laugh at what i think and step on things that i value the most. perhaps silence is better and there are things that really should be left unsaid. i may talk too much, but i dont say anything at all. it's weird because some people actually listen to the words falling out of my mouth, not knowing that perhaps that they are just gibberish that fill the awkwardness of my being in that moment. perhaps i really dont mean anything at all.
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