I always want to tell you the good stuff. Look how smart I am, how driven I am, how disciplined. When I don't have something pretty to say, I don't write. When my mind is a blizzard of indecision, a torrent of sadness, when I am lost, I go silent. I don't want you to see the ugly. I am afraid to be ordinary, fragile, unlovable.
The truth is that I am intense. That is my constant.
I am one hundred shades of green, and sometimes fuchsia, and yellow, and red, and some days, silent white.
And you just never know what you're going to get on any given day.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment