my truth—my truth is always ugly. 

most truth is. 

i wish i could stop being in love with you. 

i wish that i didn’t project my own fear and feelings onto others. 

i wish i knew exactly what to do to make everyone happy—fulfilled.

i realize I have secrets i didn’t know i had.

there are certain things you just don’t say… right?

i think that it will be easier to write when they are all gone…am I setting myself up for them to all be dead—I hope not.

“NATURAL” we have become very afraid of what this word means…

by: rae of f*cking sunshine

(diary date: 12.17.18)


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