This is a fragmented collection of my uncensored confessions. I've been trying to figure out how fast I need to spin for the world to stop.
Today was not the best day, but lord knows I’ve seen worse. There have been too many moments when I did not care if I lived or died, but I have cut my hands collecting the shattered pieces of myself and I have spent hours tediously putting them back together. I have survived nearly twenty two years waging a war against my own mind and I have earned the right to fucking love the woman I am becoming. There is not a single valid excuse to carry myself in a manner that I cannot be proud of. I am not a prideful person, but I will keep my chin up. Even if the weight of it breaks my fucking neck.