Chapter 20; half composed and half absurd. Hi, I'm Melysa.
"I often have an uncontrollable urge to allow the world within me to burst out; like burning balls of gas, like clouds rushing and blowing in the wind. I sometimes feel like there’s not enough time for people to understand everything there is to know about me, that there’s not enough time for them to see things how I see them, and feel them how I feel them. Like, there’s not enough time to relate. I just want people to relate to, without having to turn myself inside out and back to front in order for them to, well.. understand anything there is to understand about me. I just, feel like letting go, and letting people fall into my world, and surrounding them with everything I know. There’s more than what meets the eye."
