full and empty.

twice in one day. again.

i think this journal is like safety or something.

my hidden world in a world.

and today is just a shitty day.

that's all there is to it.

.

i woke up with great intentions to begin writing myself down.

and i didn't get far.

i wrote "my story".

and then the weight of the world again. in my heart.

and i can't find words to describe these feelings.

but, how do i even begin writing about a world that is so full of pain and harm.

how do i do it?

i want my paper to be powerful and i want to go directly to the heart.

i want to show how much we hurt each other. how much more gentle we need to be to people.

.

oh gosh.

it's a full moon.

and i guess this is what happens to me when the moon is full.

.

i fill.

and empty.