There's a part of me that wants to always make myself presentable, put great effort into being unmistakably polite, and even perhaps give off some impression of what "class" Â could be. Then, there is another part of me that wants to break things and talk too loudly, curse, dismantle your ideas of safety, and essentially fuck shit up. Â There is this war inside me, and I realize more and more that both are dangerous.Â












