The thing about me is thought process. I can't talk, I fumble over words, I can't explain the point I'm trying to portray, and I usually just screw things over or mess stuff up. I just can't tell you me feelings through speech.
I find release in Writing and drawing... I found a release to express myself and make people understand what is going through my head finally. When words fail, pen and paper never hurt. I can tell you anything, say whatever I want on paper, but face to face doesn't go over well.
I can't think on the spot or find the right words, I fail at text and face to face, but give me a few minutes and I will have everything I want you to know, and everything you need to hear on a paper in front of you. There's no limit to paper and pen.
I can't talk to you because my mind stutters. My thoughts falter. My eyes are like mirrors. You can't read me, and I'm trying my best to tell you, but I fail and fail, over and over. I can't make you believe me; I can't make you know that my feelings are 100% genuine. I can't make you trust me, and I can't make you understand what goes on in my head. All I can do is try.
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