You can't analyze art.
There were times where I took my diary everywhere. Every time something made me upset or anxious I would write, write everything down, every fear and every lie running through my head. It was a book …
I do not belong here.
I’m having some time to think about stuff since it is finally weekend. I had little to no time for meditation/ lying in my bed and processing my life and that is something my heart is desperately…