17.11.19 | 10:05 pm

i keep trying to write about my body. the small ways it has changed, is changing. but it's hard to get the words out.


"whats your greatest fault?" he asks me, after getting maybe a little too annoyed over my inability to correctly translate what i meant when i was flirting. i became embarrassed, didn't want to explain.

after a bit of back and forth trying to figure out the real translation of his answer -- je suis susceptible -- it turns out that he means that he takes things too personally, things bother him more than they should.

as if i didn't just figure that out.

i don't like these kinds of interactions. my heart drops into my stomach. i withdraw. curl up. stay quiet.

i don't have the time or space in my life for this.

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