Because nobody cares. About writing anymore at all, it seems. I just spent the last year writing because "people care" supposedly, but it's not true. I do, though. I care about words and what they can do or undo.
I was looking back over old messages I'd sent or that had been sent to me and it's nuts the way people change. My perspective then, I thought, was utterly confused and cloudy, but looking back on it, I realize the only thing I was confused about was my own self-worth. I think I've at least figured that out now.
I don't need the approval of a lot of people anymore -- and especially not that of perfect strangers. I have gurus now and they keep me grounded. I know who I want to be and what my intentions are and I think I'm close to being able to love myself. Growing up is hard, but it's beautiful.
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