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When I was young, I was full of fire and Fuck You. I was awkwardly confident, which, looking back, is hilarious to me. Body images and those kinds of issues didn't get to me until the East Coast. Ya know, where the really pretty people are.
That's not the point.
The point is that I'm utterly unable to speak up for myself anymore, unless it's a direct and blatant attack on me or someone else. People have learned where my teeth are, and avoid it. I'd rather twist myself to fix into the puzzle than admit that the puzzle isn't my size, if that makes any sense. I've forgotten how to articulate. Somewhere along the way, my voice was stolen and slipped into someone's pocket and I'm not sure how to get it back.
There's no conversation anywhere. HELLO?
Weather and small talk killed it, like video killed the radio star.
I wish I had more time for me. I don't belong here.
That's not the point.
The point is that I'm utterly unable to speak up for myself anymore, unless it's a direct and blatant attack on me or someone else. People have learned where my teeth are, and avoid it. I'd rather twist myself to fix into the puzzle than admit that the puzzle isn't my size, if that makes any sense. I've forgotten how to articulate. Somewhere along the way, my voice was stolen and slipped into someone's pocket and I'm not sure how to get it back.
There's no conversation anywhere. HELLO?
Weather and small talk killed it, like video killed the radio star.
I wish I had more time for me. I don't belong here.
