There is three things I hate most in life. Math, soggy mushrooms, and confrontation. Math is workable, I don't have to torture myself with writing out algorithms and quantum physics in my free time. Soggy mushrooms are completely avoidable, don't put them on pizza or sautee them and you're golden. Confrontation is inevitable.
I will start by saying this: the public's opinion of me will probably be 100% inaccurate by the time I turn ninteen, because of the amount of agreement I make. I let people trod all over me and beat my opinions down like an ant under an elephants foot. The elephant doesn't realize it's impact, but the ant is crushed. If I state an opinion in a debate and someone counters it, I will agree with them specifically to get out of people being mad at me. I do this because if anyone else gets mad at me, I get more mad at me and more stuck in my own head. If you tell me that I am being annoying, chances are I will say "yes sorry" and then silence myself for an hour and only make any sort of noise or motion when instructed.
My feelings are very fragile and get torn easily, but I will never let anyone know, because that would detract their attention away from what is important and onto me. I found one person who I talk to on will about my emotions and ink soaked rice paper heart, though my tears get sculpted into a puddle for her to compare her ocean to. She makes her problems out to be more than needed, bigger than mine, making the fact that my little brother called me fat and that I'm rubbing my bulging stomach with tears in my eyes less valid.
I will not talk to anyone else, because they will try to make me feel good.
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