It was right there.
Steady lines of thought, letters molded to form words.
I could have clicked PUBLISH POST.
But this is me-- strong, independent.
This me doesn't divulge her pathetic sadness, no longer worth having, expired like the milk in her fridge.
I don't do such things anymore.
I censor myself, or try to.
It's not attractive to dote on silly things, confidence is key.
And I want so badly to be confident.
To enjoy this summer, and this new me.
The me who thinks before she speaks, and pauses before she posts.
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