hekate101

He’s always talking like he knows exactly what my life is like, like he ought to just be living it for me, and I can’t…I just close my mouth, bite my tongue; it’s not like saying anything would work. It’s not like screaming or yelling works. I just can’t talk when I’m angry…I just can’t talk, and so I don’t, because if I do, I’ll just sound stupid.

How do I do this? I want to, but… sigh Positive thoughts! Heheh. I ‘spose I’ll just have to jump in there.

I’m one of those people that everyone hates, with oversized breasts on an average frame. It makes it difficult, though, to keep my posture correct. “Shoulders back,” I tell myself. “Chin high.” It doesn’t always work, but…maybe. Maybe I can do it.

Oops. And there I go slouching again.