What I Really Meant to Say

 I swear I have such a hard time getting words out, and then when I finally manage to get them out, they come out wrong. Sometimes people have to pry my words out of me, or I have to count just to build up the courage to say what is on my mind, and then I finally speak, and somehow what I say and what I mean are polar opposites. It makes me so stressed out. And then makes me not want to talk about things, because I know I will just mess it up and say the wrong thing even though I have good intentions.

I hate it.

Until you read again.

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