'Sometimes, I suppose I am happy, like when I am with my friends, throwing my head back and covering my mouth as I shake with laughter at a joke someone just made. But then the day turns to night and my carefree grin turns into an unexplainable sadness, etched on my face like a tattoo, and I lay in bed thinking about all the things I wish I could say- all the things I'm too afraid to admit even with only pen and paper and mind it's nights like these when I realise:
I am many things. I am happy and sad. Outgoing and shy. Rambunctious and quiet.
Thank you x