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Sometimes the only way into my brain is to read my poetry. Because talking to people is terrifying. And I don't know how to not be socially disastrous. I don't know how to stop saying the wrong thing, so I don't talk. For fear of saying the right thing at the wrong time. And so far, I have become a train wreck of my mistakes. So I write. So you're reading my life on pages. And this is real. I can tell you with absolute certainty that these are my honest thoughts. I know there is no good explanation for my actions. I know there is nothing I can say to fix what happened. But I'm willing to try again. I'm willing to try. I know I upset you. And I get why. But I am not strong enough to tell you face to face, so my thoughts end up here. And that may not be the best thing I could've done. I know. ...I know.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
Swingline
Terrible Justification
Sometimes the only way into my brain is to read my poetry. Because talking to people is terrifying. And I don't know how to not be socially disastrous. I don't know how to stop saying the wrong thing, so I don't talk. For fear of saying the right thing at the wrong time. And so far, I have become a train wreck of my mistakes. So I write. So you're reading my life on pages. And this is real. I can tell you with absolute certainty that these are my honest thoughts. I know there is no good explanation for my actions. I know there is nothing I can say to fix what happened. But I'm willing to try again. I'm willing to try. I know I upset you. And I get why. But I am not strong enough to tell you face to face, so my thoughts end up here. And that may not be the best thing I could've done. I know. ...I know.
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