i don’t write more because i don’t know what to say. sometimes i think i never did.

for every person who wished i would open up more, for every time someone wondered whether they truly know me or knew me, for anyone who thought they might be my friend but couldn’t quite tell, it’s not you, it’s me. i’m long on emotion and really, really short on courage.


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