It's a thought that takes me only a second to say and only two seconds to realize is a complete lie.
I passed all my exams this midterm, we started having a hardcore training in our pep squad, an anonymous person asked me to give any suggestion for his article, and I'm deeply in love with a guy and not a gal (JSYK, cuz I'm enrolled in an all girls school).
Fact is, I've had a lot to say. I just don't want to say it.
It's probably because to say things makes me feel vulnerable and open. Generally, I like this feeling. I like to foster that between me and my family and friends. Truly, I do. But I like it on my terms.
It's probably because to say things makes me feel vulnerable and open. Generally, I like this feeling. I like to foster that between me and my family and friends. Truly, I do. But I like it on my terms.
And when one is officially a great writer, and soon to be a full-time worker and goal-achiever, the vulnerability is officially no longer my own.
And maybe that's why I don't want to say things. I think I already feel like I'm saying enough.
And maybe that's why I don't want to say things. I think I already feel like I'm saying enough.
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