Cheery knots

I’ve never been a “big talker.”

I write a lot, though. Though, there’s a lot more that I don’t write.

I’m not a “big writer” either. I didn’t start writing down my thoughts in my notes until I was 20. I didn’t start sharing my thoughts until I was 25. I didn’t stop pretending to filter my thoughts until 30.

But that’s the thing, I may have taken off the training wheels, but… and… whatever

That’s not important right now.

I don’t talk big, but that’s mainly because I rarely speak. I appear to have this huge alter ego in my worrying…

Funny

… this huge alter ego in my writing, but really, you’re just getting a clearer picture of…

That’s not really important at this moment.

This post is all over the place for a pointI’m not really sure I’m trying to make anymore.

Well, what I’m saying is I don’t make noise unless I’m certain…

That’s not what I’m saying

I’m calling out all the frauds who talk & write big.

They make my life so much harder. When I say or write something, I mean it. I’ve thought about it far longer than you’d ever care to. So, if…

If you could do me a simple

A simple courtesy would be just believing me without whatever preconceived notions you might have about whoever I am or whateverI’m trying to do.

I’m not pretending

It’s not a trick

I am pretending

Whatever, life’s sic…

A lil’example öF what.

Ey3 Mean…

The pieces R falling…

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