Dear diary,
Nobody should contend with me for title if laziest writer. I've earned it.
It's been ages. It's unfortunate that what took my hand to my pen again is pain.
No, I don't have cancer.
No, I'm not heart broken.
But I have a broken heart.
You know that voice that always says, "give up already. It's not worth it" ? Well, it's speaking to me right now, loud and crystal.
Diary, I've never known defeat in my entire life like I've known in these past months.
People probably think I'm a joke (Whatevs! Their thoughts are theirs anyway).
And no, I'm not making excuses but nobody understands that it's been the craziest time of my life.
The expectations are too many. Everyone wants a perfect piece of me. Well, too bad, I can only be excellent when whole.
I am whole. I am whole.
So I'm ending this rant right now.
If you read this and you've gotten to this point, this break down, this fatigue, this pain, tell yourself that you're whole.
You're whole. YOU are WHOLE.
hey, I love you. You, reading this to the end. Thank you darling.
Thank God for the day. It was beautiful regardless.
