You got the first slice

I’m a lot of things. One thing I’m not though, is vulnerable. Never did I ever sign up to be on the vulnerability club, always disregarded the invitations and sometimes would even play it off like I was just so people would get off my back. It’s not that I didn’t want to be, but the past never yielded the best results when I previously attempted the act of vulnerability. Life shut me down, it made me have to be something I wasn’t in order to be accepted. And that meant I needed to hide my emotions. Be the cool girl. Calm, collected, indifferent. It was good practice to learn detachment but I’m tired of it. So many falls and I think I’ve officially cracked. There’s a new cake, and you got the first slice. I gave it all, and I was fully there and I loved it. After baking so many versions of myself, I think I’m finally starting to get the recipe right. I’m actually sensitive, a deep feeler and thinker, life is beautiful in every imaginable way and I’m in love with it. The coffee stains on my mug make me enamored, the same ballad of my favorite French song still gets me to tear up and I’m so sick of having to play along with peoples lack of passion for life. Let there be cake, let it be sweet, let it be all the mess of me baked and frosted too.