I live my life by this set of rules I have invented for myself. I choose to follow every rule or change one when I need to.
I choose to let my crooked posture show the striking pain in my back. I choose not to show when I'm hurt in another way. I choose to drag my feet. To bite my nails. To be overweight.
I choose to be the person who I am, even when I don't particularly like this person. I choose to open up and shut out. I choose to speak and to be quiet.
It is my choice to never dance or smile. I hate the wrinkles that laughing can give me. I choose the things to like and not.
I choose to love the person whom I love, to get annoyed at him, to let him love me and be mad at me.
I choose to walk the streets at night in winter and pretend it's spring. To watch the cars. To blink at the lights. I choose to have a narrative and a soundtrack for every moment of my life as I watch same life go by and have a life of its own.
Being raised to be completely free, I chose to live my life by a playbook. Today I'm always brutally aware that I live. It sucks.
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