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So about now i am wishing i were an ostrich.
Yess yess i have been found, so old eyes, grazers and lingerers who i may not have crossed, wave hello to the newest sets and hold my hands so they don't go deleteing.
Yea.. this is a side.
This is that side of this girl you have probably never seen before. These are the spaces behind the smiles, in this head of that girl, or that head of this girl.
In anycase, i'm keeping that promise i made to myself when i started this thing. I took the risk, and rightly so, so i'm not going to lock anything, or tuck anything away. Yea, i'm scared. Yea i'm closing my eyes as we speak, but... here it is.
I'm taking my breath and my step and exposing myself for everyones benefit, mainly mine. And perhaps adding a chapter to this expiriment of self.
And Now i'm thinking..
Maybe i should explain.
This is me. All full of angst. This is my space to feel and laugh and cry and yell, it's remorse and depression and love (yes love) and that whole scope of maybes. It's that side that happens when no one is looking, until you copy it down and shelve it on display. I'll be honest and dishonst. I'll be confusing and clear.
I'll be silent some days.
I'll
be...
be...
be...
Yess yess i have been found, so old eyes, grazers and lingerers who i may not have crossed, wave hello to the newest sets and hold my hands so they don't go deleteing.
Yea.. this is a side.
This is that side of this girl you have probably never seen before. These are the spaces behind the smiles, in this head of that girl, or that head of this girl.
In anycase, i'm keeping that promise i made to myself when i started this thing. I took the risk, and rightly so, so i'm not going to lock anything, or tuck anything away. Yea, i'm scared. Yea i'm closing my eyes as we speak, but... here it is.
I'm taking my breath and my step and exposing myself for everyones benefit, mainly mine. And perhaps adding a chapter to this expiriment of self.
And Now i'm thinking..
Maybe i should explain.
This is me. All full of angst. This is my space to feel and laugh and cry and yell, it's remorse and depression and love (yes love) and that whole scope of maybes. It's that side that happens when no one is looking, until you copy it down and shelve it on display. I'll be honest and dishonst. I'll be confusing and clear.
I'll be silent some days.
I'll
be...
be...
be...