Entry of the 16th
I'm eating pizza.
Love me some pizza.
Today I met Gary.
He wasn't so scary
as I thought he would be.
I write in script to veil the power of my words.
It is a facade.
I feel guilt
But I'm thankful.
I want to write a book one day.
TWE are we a product of the teachers who instill
their values and biases on us.
My posture is shit.
My rebellion is my demise in disguise as awakening.
I am closer to myself and further away from the person I want to be
and its hard...
It's difficult to overcome who you are...
to become the model human you envision in your mind.
It is but imagination.
My body scares me when it doesn't want to be my best friend.
I am confused and hurt
and feel betrayed
after all these years.