“you hold yourself pretty well” you told me. and then i unraveled, i showed u im unable to take a nice word about me. then u joked, ur joke sounded like my dad. i started crying. why am i incapable of living, while am i incapable of talking. there are so many words i wanna say and no mouth to say them. why am i a failure, i failed u, i failed my dad, why else would he joke so much about me being incapable. maybe if i was different, hed be proud, hed look at me as a person, maybe hed care