I'm an open book because I choose to be. Think reservoir versus open ocean.

If the prospect of that does not worry or unnerve you, then perhaps you need to re-evaluate everything you perceive to know about me.

My confident speech and grandiose actions; she's a girl secure in her own skin.
My unabated thoughts casually overflowing into everyday conversation; she's got nothing to hide.
My quick-fire rapid retorts in response; she doesn't hurt easily.

The meticulousness of every careful construction of idea into prose veiled by her easygoing depth. Throw in a "like" or "kinda" or "whatever". It kinda helps make it, like, you're not trying or whatever.

It takes a hell of a lot of effort to appear so effortless. Life's a grand stage, and I conduct the orchestration of my choice symphony for each night's audience.

But it takes a lot to give so much. The gracious outpouring offered has its limits. Tear my pages, and the book will trap your fingers between its heavy covers. When the dam goes up, not a drop need be relinquished.

The drought is indefinite.