i've never been much of an extrovert.
true, my family, every single one of them, is open, bright, happy, and boy do they have it all together.
i know that i'm different than they are, with my mind that never really sleeps, my introverted nature that is something of a barrier between me and them, and my darker outlook on life.
fortunately, my words are my weapons. i'm afraid of people, i'm afraid of places that create anxiety (airports, for example), and i'm afraid of myself.
i write to create space between my fears and i, with the hope that one day, i might be able to put a distance between us so great that they disappear from memory, glassed over and melted like snow in the spring.
that day hasn't come yet, so until it does, i will be here,
writing.
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🎵- transatlantiscism - death cab for cutie
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