I ran out to get away from them. I needed to some time to sort. I tried to listen, and understand the words that usually got me out of these situations. I walked stoically, this reminded me of the faces in my sketch book, they were always left blank. I can't help but to think this is partly my fault, but it was only to protect myself, as if anyone else was going to. I couldn't let them in, let them see inside, all the shit I've oppressed over the years, laid out for the masses to access and grade. For so long I've been able to not conform to the idea of what satisfied them, but now, its needed in order to go further, i don't want to loose myself, or suppress myself. I guess stoic is safe..
but its not going to get this shit out on the shelves...
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