When it comes to words, I am a turtle.
When I am writing I can have a commanding presence. I flow well. I know precisely the thing that needs to be said. It's no accident that I met Alayna online, and it is certainly no coincidence that she tells me I won her over before we ever met in person.
I can seduce with my words. I can persuade. They are a weapon with which I possess much skill. I am the turtle gliding along with the jet stream.
But then, I step back on land.
In real life, I stammer and can never pronounce words correctly. I trip over my tongue constantly.
And when I really need my words, say when I am applying for a job or any other time that I need to be assertive, my words disappear completely.
I am still so shy. So timid and afraid.
Which is why I am hiding out in my room right now.
I could be changing the world.
But instead I cower in the corner.
12:31 p.m. - 2013-01-18
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