She knows, is what she means when she says it doesn't matter. She knows. She knows this is pathetic, which is why she doesn't give in to it in her daily life; she can't figure out how to get rid of this festering, embedded hook in her that is the certainty she is forgettable in a moment. Unnoteworthy.
She nods, pressing her lips together, sniffing softly. She nods again. "I know," she says, quietly. "I don't usually do this. I do know. I'm amazing." She says it so off handed most of the time, so confident that most people don't even look or think twice about her. This time it sounds like nothing so much as one of those daily affirmations that died with the kind of world that needed such things to fill the minutes of its day.
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Date: 2022-11-01 11:24 pm (UTC)From:She nods, pressing her lips together, sniffing softly. She nods again. "I know," she says, quietly. "I don't usually do this. I do know. I'm amazing." She says it so off handed most of the time, so confident that most people don't even look or think twice about her. This time it sounds like nothing so much as one of those daily affirmations that died with the kind of world that needed such things to fill the minutes of its day.