Nervouseness consumes me when I open my mouth. My hands shakes and for some reason I find myself about to break down into tears. But I have to tell myself, “this is only english class.”

His characters are flat, you only know one side of them. One absolutely predictable side, a trait, but only one. His characters aren’t round, you don’t know everything thought, every emotion. You know every part of them, the part the has the courage and the bravery but also the part that wants to cry out of nervousness, or the part that is impossibly in love.

And in that moment, of the words spilling from my nervous lips, I thought of myself paralleling those exact word. I am flat to everyone who knows me. I have one side, one predictable personality. Nobody knows the side that hides tears, the side that dreams of being someone worth seeing, the side the lives for the music or the side that is more than just a dependable friend. I don’t want to be a sidekick anymore. I don’t want to be a flat character.