I don’t want to write this week, which means I should definitely be writing. When you’re finished changing you’re finished. I don’t know. Nicolas said, Lindsey you’re ever-changing. I hated him for that. Now I don’t care too much.
I’m going to change. I’m going to become an introvert. Share only to Spaz and in my writing. Become Rosa Diaz where no one knows anything about me. I’ve shared too much of myself. Showed my squishy bits and had my wounds called ugly. I don’t want that anymore. Inward I go.
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