I am more. She wrote it down in her journal. She wrote it through the pain and tears. I am more than the anger inside of me. I am more than the exhausting days. More than my pain. Actually seeing the words made her ache. Still she continued writing.
I am more than the worthlessness I feel. I am more than the bullshit in my life, all of it. I am so much more.
It was not finished. She wanted to write down everything that made her feel like hell.
I am more than the negative comments and the rumors. I am more than what I tell myself I am. I am more than what I limit myself to. I am more than my fears and terrifying memories. I am more - she stopped for the words she was about to write made the tears fall down her cheek and onto her shirt. She took a deep breath and picked up her pen once again.
I am more than my suicidal thoughts. I am more than the scars on my body. I am so much more than what I thought that I could never overcome. I have overcome and I will never be less.
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So I never make an author's note but I just have to say that this chapter means a lot to me and I hope that anyone reading it will know that. I also hope that you know that you're more than the bullshit in this life.
YOU ARE READING
Honesty
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