the stain that never comes off no matter how much I try. .
I am a walking cliché. A girl with rectangular glasses in loose shirt and ancient jeans. Short, sluggish, and quiet. Everything about me speaks awkwardness - my gaze, my voice, my presence. all usual and so typical. I'm broke and sentimental and sort of sunken in an unknown place. Please don't read my words, please understand them. At least try. And now you are warned, this is emotional, my words reflect agony but they are at least, true.