To be truthful, I am awkward.
When I stare blankly at you it's not because I'm not paying attention, it's because I'm too confused on what to say.
Yesterday, I dropped a book and when someone handed it to me I said good morning.
To be honest, I'm clumsy.
The last time I tried to make microwave Mac and cheese I forgot to put the water in and caught the pasta on fire.
Yesterday I tripped and fell on my pride, and it shattered like a mirror holding the reflection of someone who wasn't me.
To be frank, I'm stubborn.
I refuse to accept help from others.
Yesterday I broke four cups carrying a box of kitchen goods because I didn't let him take it from me.
To be candor, I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of the things that I can't fix and the things that I never will be able to understand.
Yesterday my friend committed suicide. And today, I want to too.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
To be truthful, I am awkward.
When I stare blankly at you it's not because I'm not paying attention, it's because I'm too confused on what to say.
Yesterday, I dropped a book and when someone handed it to me I said good morning.
To be honest, I'm clumsy.
The last time I tried to make microwave Mac and cheese I forgot to put the water in and caught the pasta on fire.
Yesterday I tripped and fell on my pride, and it shattered like a mirror holding the reflection of someone who wasn't me.
To be frank, I'm stubborn.
I refuse to accept help from others.
Yesterday I broke four cups carrying a box of kitchen goods because I didn't let him take it from me.
To be candor, I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of the things that I can't fix and the things that I never will be able to understand.
Yesterday my friend committed suicide. And today, I want to too.
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