"Victoria, shut the F*#k up!"

I started to shut up.

At some point i think, i was too present; too loud; too happy..too something for people. So they told me to, quote, "shut the f*#k up".

I did. Look at me know: i'm all moody.

I cannot say what's on my mind. I cannot make compliments, neither i can confort sad faces.

I started to shut up because i want to please people: that's the ugly true. I want, for once, to be as others expect me to be...or at least to try: cause you never know what they really want of you.

My name is Victoria and i try not to talk anymore. Not so much.

I started to shut up.