Truth
tro͞oTH/
noun
Lungs tight, ears ringing, throat burning, I'm drowning. Drowning from the tears of the one who despises me the most. Drowning because I did it, I finally did it.
I told her something I've been choking back since the 10th grade, something I've only ever told 2 people.
I cried and cried and cried and expected her to do the same.
But she wasn't surprised, not one bit. She wasn't shocked or concerned or confused.
She was impressed. Impressed that I'd kept this from her for over a thousand days.
She told me I was pretty.
pretty.
Can we be clear on one thing? I do not give one fuck if someone thinks I'm pretty.
I give a fuck about homemade waffles and the well being of my little sisters and keeping my teeth clean. I give a fuck about holding hands and keeping my plants alive and trying not to cry in front of people. I give a fuck about my friends and their friends and their friends.
I told her something that shaped my universe for the entirety of my teenage years, but she got more worked up when she saw me drinking coffee.
