sanyelle
I spent too long trying to conceal who I was from the people around me. The people that I loved and cared about most, I shut out of my life for fear that they would hate what they would find if I let them in. The dichotomy ruined me. It was better to let the truth out rather than conceal what I thought was a hideous transformation from what I had been to what I was now.
He stares at me obstinately, a shoe in his mouth. I urge him to come to me. He refuses. I am beyond irritated, but I don't want him to win. But he does. No matter how urgent of a voice I use, he stares in belligerent disobedience.
I heard the clicking coming from my puppy laying on the floor not far away. I knew that he loved to chew on his claws and assumed he was just nibbling on his nails. But he had a slightly guilty look on his face as he watched me from the corner of his eye. Sure enough, under his big paw, he had a thumb drive that he was snacking on.
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