olliecat15
Impossible. Nothing is ever brief in my mind. I think and overthink. Words come spilling out like a water out of a sponge that can't hold any more. This paragraph. It's brief. But to me it also feels a little incomplete.
My Aunt really wants me to play tennis, but I don't want to. I'm terrible at it. I have no hand-eye coordination, but she doesn't seem to care. Sometimes I think people expect me just to be wonderful at everything. But I'm just not, I'm just me.