Saturday, May 18, 2019

One of the lonliest thoughts I’ve ever had is that nobody will ever be me. Nobody will ever again in the history of the world be exactly who I am. And while that is beautifully unique, it is fucking terrifying and lonely. Am I destined to be misunderstood? Is everyone misunderstood? 

I guess what I am trying to get at is the difference between feeling confident, sexy, ready, in the comfort of ones own familiar room, only for that to disappear once out in public.


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