For a long time, I refused to write anything. I was always self-conscious about others knowing my thoughts and feelings.
I would write things down and then would end up burning them or throwing them out. I was always afraid someone I cared about would find my book and see what really is in my head.
I’ve started to realize, getting them out, whether visible for others or not, helps a lot with dealing with emotions and has also made me feel a lot more. Come to terms with what is actually happening.
When I was younger, I used to rewrite or redo my notes
if the pages of my notebook were
bent, ripped, or if I had to scratch out a word.
Now, I embrace the flaws that come with it.
I suppose it’s a lot like my life now.
A secret to happiness is letting every situation be what it is instead of what you think it should be, and then making the best of it.