or when you can't stop, won't stop smiling.
there's a guy in my psychology class who makes me laugh without pause, who came to the dance with me because i didn't want to be alone all night, who will walk with me and sit with me and talk me through all this shit on the rare occasion i can't forget it all.
his words are all carefully calculated, never stuttering or stammering. mine are always flooding out without a second thought, and the mutters and voice cracks and breaks in the words are anything but lovely.
he says that it's because he's afraid he'll say something stupid that he rethinksrethinksrethinks what he's going to say.
even though the presence of a thought of anxiety is there, i know the pages are still pretty.
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i thank god again for good company when these worries fill my brain to the brim. it makes swimming through the thoughts an easier journey.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
