Karinaa!
A Million Things I'd Like to Say
All the things that I've been told over the years in relation to my stutter.
In particular, the broken promise that I'll 'grow out of it', which is something my father still likes to tell me to this day. I'm sixteen this December, and by this stage, I know that it's something I'll have for the rest of my life.
There are millions of things I would like to be able to do: ride a bus without being scared to death by the thought of just getting my ticket, say all of those witty comments and jokes that I think of, speak my opinion rather than shy away, order something at a restaurant, say 'here' when a teacher calls the register without feeling terrified, stand up for myself against some ignorant people, do a class presentation without trembling, talk to people without cutting myself off in mid sentence, without running away to the toilets feeling ashamed and stupid...
But if I could just say my own name without stuttering, I'd be ecstatic.
A part of you that'll never show
You're the only one that'll ever know
Take it back when it all began
Take your time, would you understand
What it's all about?
What it's all about?
Something is scratching
Its way out
Something you want
To forget about
- Little House, The Fray
A Million Things I'd Like to Say
All the things that I've been told over the years in relation to my stutter.
In particular, the broken promise that I'll 'grow out of it', which is something my father still likes to tell me to this day. I'm sixteen this December, and by this stage, I know that it's something I'll have for the rest of my life.
There are millions of things I would like to be able to do: ride a bus without being scared to death by the thought of just getting my ticket, say all of those witty comments and jokes that I think of, speak my opinion rather than shy away, order something at a restaurant, say 'here' when a teacher calls the register without feeling terrified, stand up for myself against some ignorant people, do a class presentation without trembling, talk to people without cutting myself off in mid sentence, without running away to the toilets feeling ashamed and stupid...
But if I could just say my own name without stuttering, I'd be ecstatic.
A part of you that'll never show
You're the only one that'll ever know
Take it back when it all began
Take your time, would you understand
What it's all about?
What it's all about?
Something is scratching
Its way out
Something you want
To forget about
- Little House, The Fray