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Every time I open my mouth to say what I’m feeling, something stops me and I have to make sure I’m not going to say anything stupid. It makes me crazy. And then, once I’ve figured out what I’m going to say, I have to go over it, over and over again, just to see it what I’m feeling is right. And then I have to figure out how to say it. Like, if I want to say, I feel sad, do I say, I feel sad, or, I feel so sad, or, sad I do feel, or what? How about, feeling sad am I. How about, I’m the saddest boy in the world. Brent Runyon, The Burn Journals + 7 notes
Thursday May 5 @ 10:23pm
tagged as: How about I'm the saddest boy in the world.. only part. literature.
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