*true story*
i burned my journal at the weekend it was pretty and pink and crammed full of negativity i tore pages free from the spine with thoughts in my mind - words cant define i burned my journal and destroyed my thoughts self hatred and insecurity plagued the pages false promises and longing - that were not mine the constant illusion of perfection i burned my journal to free my mind a mind taunted by media images a mind obsessed with being slim a mind overthinking i burned my journal at the weekend it was pretty and pink and horded black words i had become a slave to the system i saw only flaws - i manifested my own hate i burned my journal and gave hate to the flames pages curling and blacking words set free to the fire that night i actually slept
Anne Harrison 17.10.16
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