i'm so afraid for my words to get twisted that i bite my tongue so hard it bleeds. the pain of not being able to speak my mind stings a little less each day but stings nonetheless. i just want some kind of reassurance that my existence matters and what floats around in my mind matters but i don't get that reassurance, i get nothing. so i bite a little deeper, a little harder, just so any type of word vomit doesn't seep out into this cruel world of twisted words and back-speaking.
i guess i'll just keep listening.. speaking your mind is overrated anyway. i guess.