I did it again
Oops
I don't feel bad
I'm happy though
You see right through me though
It is good and bad at times
I feel that I can't ever hid myself if I ever tried to
I've only ever hidden one thing from you ever
I've always been truthful
I've never lied to you
You actually know this one thing but think it to be untrue now
Non-applying in a technical sense
You made me feel better
You tell me what's wrong and what's going on
You read me the best anyone ever has ever before
Not just my face
Or my eyes
(that apparently always are a dead give away to my emotions or feelings)
You read my body language to the T
The way I sit by the curvature of my spine
The way I have my hair or the way I move it
Whether I'm twirling or pulling in a normal or stressed manner
What breaking my curls mean
If I persistently clean my glasses
The way I walk and how tall
The way I mess with my hands to determine if it's anxious or stress or just focusing
And you notice every word I say and what it means
When I'm apologizing and what for and how
What I'm feeling
Why I'm saying what I am
How I dress even if it's different than the way before
How the way I do my makeup (if at all) means
You read everyone so greatly and we find it so entertaining how you can but you say I'm the only person you tell about you've read about them
I know what I have to do
And I don't know how or if I want to do it all
I don't know what the outcome will be from all this but I just wish the universe will get on with it already
I'm losing patience
YOU ARE READING
Vents : In A Book.
Non-FictionIts a book. Full of vents. It probably wont really make much sense but it'll be like quotes or sometimes poems. Whatever mood I am in. Its supposed to help me feel better... Idk why. I'm usually in a bad or sad mood so yeah... But this will be from...
