You wanted to write something worthwhile. You wanted to make sense of it all. You wanted to tell the truth. You wanted to understand why you felt like this.

You wanted to know why something in you is not satisfied with dull. Won’t sit still in social settings. Asks the wrong questions. Gets nervous and leaves without explanation. Is always scratching itself and looking away. Takes up too much space. Takes up none. Something in you has feet always half-off the ground. Itching to leave. Planning escape routes. Not fully trusting. Always knowing how much money I have in my account and how far that will get you.
Lora Mathis, Something In Me (via larmoyante)