Show, Tell & Caress.
The last time I wrote about this, I thought I was bad.
Now, I am becoming worse.
The things that I hold dear to myself, I wished... at those times, I had shut my fucking mouth up.
Everyone else is just so naturally open about their shit, that I am almost envious.
Just almost. And I felt like I should just join in the fun.
I should not have.
I don't exactly want to be everyone's best friend, you know. I don't exactly need to be understood. I don't exactly want anyone to know anything.
But my desperation has come to a point where I have no other way to dissolve whatever I feel.
So, I keep talking to stop the silence from eating into me.
But I know, I must shut up soon. It's so unbecoming of me.
Now, I am becoming worse.
The things that I hold dear to myself, I wished... at those times, I had shut my fucking mouth up.
Everyone else is just so naturally open about their shit, that I am almost envious.
Just almost. And I felt like I should just join in the fun.
I should not have.
I don't exactly want to be everyone's best friend, you know. I don't exactly need to be understood. I don't exactly want anyone to know anything.
But my desperation has come to a point where I have no other way to dissolve whatever I feel.
So, I keep talking to stop the silence from eating into me.
But I know, I must shut up soon. It's so unbecoming of me.
