MY INNER FREAK
its there. as its always been. I've just never shutup long enough to hear the geek out. My sally self sometimes gossips to loud to listen to the bookish nerd inside.
That's where im at now. In a loner place of self realization. its not self realization until you truly fall in love with yourself either. Because if you really get to know yourself, there's nothing to hate. its the outside world that taught you to hate yourself, and to talk to yourself like you are inherently inferior, deteriorated, degraded. when you realize yourself, you fall in love, and your face looks better. you breathe as a gift to yourself, and not because you have to.
sometimes silence, and solidarity aren't the worst things to happen to a once drunk girl. it hurts for a second, but that is your ears ringing from years of screaming just to hear yourself. im not changed, im realized.
things that happen when you give yourself time to breathe:
oh shit, i have to go to class. more later. maybe
