Yesterday I cried. Again. The anger was bubbling up in me. After a day well spent painting on the tote bags, where I found my inner peace again… I started feeling like I still can’t. Can’t just be me and show what’s inside of me and be loved. And it feels stupid writing this again. I feel like I am repeating myself over and over again. Fighting with voices in my head, that say who cares what’s inside of you. Get a real job. Act responsible. Grow up already. Who do you think you are, thinking that you could be…
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