04.19.05

done

I have always felt this pressure to be someone else. I have always just been an image a distorted mould of what someone else wanted me to be.
I’ve only just figured this out. I have only just started to let my body dry.
I am afraid that it will happen again. There is this name, and this prestige, and I feel…I feel like I should begin projecting this image that is not mine, that by the very nature of my being could not be mine if I wished it to be.
There isn’t anyone in my corner telling me to be a little West-Indian girl.
That’s all I ever was.
I’m going to rebel. I can feel it.

shi-ou-sama at 5:09 p.m.

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