and i'm not sure if it matters.
i know this hurts, it was meant to.
your secrets out, and the best part is it isn't even a good one.
and it's mind, over you don't matter.
"i don't know, i just never thought of you like that."
this quotation surprised me.
i've always known that i was like that. but i forget that what's in my head, is not everyones reality.
i've always known that i was the kind of girl subjected to awful rumors and name calling.
i've always known.
i wanted to tell about five people,
and now about fifty five know.
and the full effect hits me,
and i realize that i may have screwed myself over.
so, i whisper, "fuck my life," and pray that i can fix things,
before it gets too far.
but im not ashamed of what happened, i'm really not.
i'm just awkward,
and i don't talk about that type of thing so easily.
but i promise you this,
i am not ashamed.
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