Putting Modesty Aside

in order to tell my story in my words, as i perceive it--

in order to heal, and to

make myself willing to be disliked by others, in order to remain true to myself, because that is more important than anything.

love is not love which makes me feel kind of like i do now--i'm not going anywhere, though; i'm really sensitive to abusive signals, given where i come from. we'll see what the future brings.

i'm so tired; i don't feel like driving all the way home, paying $3.00 for the bridge toll, and getting my dad's supper.

would that i could lay my burdens down. enough already with holding the globe up by myself; i'm not atlas, though it feels like it sometimes.

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