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I’ve a new one.

One where the entire world can’t pick my brain.

Where only I can.

I am tired of the word “I.”

I am tired of myself.

I am tired of journaling.

Stop.

The lights are off. No candles tonight. I feel a weird kind of sad.

No other letter has ever held such a significance. Perhaps because I relay it towards everything in my life. And everything in others.’

y r u

Why are you that way? Why are you the way you are? Why? Why why why?

Maybe it’s because I’m wearing a shirt to a college I could only dream of attending that’s four-times as big as it needs to be. Or maybe it’s because my nail-polished is perfectly chipped. Or it’s the way my hair is caked onto my face with dried sweat.

Finding the beauty in the ugly, how I roll.

HI IM ANNA
I FUCKIN’ LOVE ICE CREAM

GHAHFHRHHHHHHHHNGGG

Well, well, well.

Look who grew a pair.

If I could high-five myself, I would. My respect for the world has multiplied tenfold and now I can’t stop smiling.

There’s always room for change. :)

life goes on, and so will you.

Hopefully with a smile on your face. :)

Because I need to hear it sometimes too.