I found this journal entry of mine from 5th grade:
The fire
Popping, snapping, sparkling
The anger
Popping, snapping, sparkling
the self hatred
Popping, snapping, sparkling
As the tumbleweed of my thoughts,
Of my panics,
Of my Truths
Pops, snaps, sparkles
Fiery inside me burning from the inside
Out
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I was angsty even back then lol. But there's a lot of truth to those words even now, years later. Child me knew how to describe what was going on for them perfectly in such few words and I admire that.
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RandomA place for me to document me processing my thoughts and feelings as they come out. Apologies 😔 TRIGGER WARNING -mention(s) of self harm, suicide (brief),disorderly eating, trauma, etc.
