I sincerely don’t know why people aren’t physically stopping those dorks. Move shit. Lock doors. Lose the keys. Everyone switch seats. Turn off all the lights. Switch the signs on the elevator lobby. Make the settings all silly. Use a different language. Wear costumes. Fill rooms with balloons

Trying to believe in my own words. Trying to show my greed. Trying to buy into the romantic narrative of my life. Trying to actually embody my life because life is too short.
[4-3]

Reckoning myself with the doubts that seek me in solidarity and independence. Ever so fucking scared. Disturbing dreams. Like really fucking disturbing. But it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. What makes me uncomfortable is living in the past. Sitting on the laps of a seated person in the train.
[3-3]

Living for the future. Will to get better. Motivated to sound dumb and boring in order to gulp the pride and ego and allowing myself to present insecurities in public. Vulnerability never suited me so nicely. Popping that bubble. Talking about popping that bubble.
[2-3]

Slowly gaining confidence in my words and looking directly into the person’s eyes while I let out those words. Putting enthusiasm coated meanings into the sentences. Feeling hot flashes in my head but swallowing it like a champ. Sucking it up for the sake of - I don’t know. Self esteem.
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