i cry a lot—from both pain and pleasure.
a big, fat crybaby.
no shame.
no pain.
no gain.
tears are release,
release is healing,
healing is necessary.

 

i believe all people are inherently ‘good’.
i think circumstances change people.
i think life changes people.
life changes everyone.

 

i think ‘self-love’ is a journey.
a journey with no end.
endless but never hopeless.
roller-coaster
“tidal wave”
up, down, left, up, right, down, repeat.
and i’m at the beginning.
the very beginning.

 

i know for a fact that everything happens for a reason.
everything
everything
everything
the reason is a surprise.
the reason keeps me alive.

 

i pour into others more than i pour into myself.
i can’t tell if my cup is half-empty, half-full, or running over?
but i’m the happiest when you’re happy.
i’m the happiest when you’re happier than me.
if you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.
if you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.

 

i value my independence and i love being alone, but i hate feeling lonely.

 

i overthink things i probably shouldn’t.
thoughts run marathons in my head.
decisions wear me out.
maybe i’m a “perfectionist”
maybe that’s an excuse.

 

i sometimes struggle ‘saying what i mean’ and ‘meaning what i say.’
whatever.
it’s the thought that counts.
and when all else fails, i write about it.

i’d rather write about it instead
i’d rather write about it instead
i’d rather write about it instead