Last night was the first night in two weeks that I went to bed excited about the following day. As I laid my head on my pillow, I said to myself “Tomorrow is going to be powerful day!” … But it did not start like that.
Everyone has bad days… This is what one of mine looks like.
IPHONE NOTEPAD RANTS- 2:30PM
I hate the days when I have to retreat to a bathroom stall to silently cry.
I am having one of those days.
I am feeling so ashamed of who I am. I feel like a piece of shit, like I’m wasting my life away.
I feel so ashamed of who I am and I don’t want to talk to people. I don’t want people to have to deal with who I am. I am literally sitting in a concrete stairwell because I don’t even want to burden strangers with my presence by sitting amongst a crowd.