the bottom of things

it’s got to have something to do with being teased as a little girl. my worst fear——-that all are holding secrets beyond-me. calling me stupid for not knowing some inane trend; superiority in their minds a measurement of preference. it’s not that i fear crowds of laughing – but rather multitudes of cruelty. that the one secret kept steadfastly by all is the depth of that cruelty.

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