Confession: I told myself I would complete this project. Not as encouragement, but as a statement. In the depths where I questioned if I could really make it to the finish line—and do so with substance—the answer was always the same: “your choice, beetch”.
Look at me. Look at it all. My pain directed me, and now I direct the pain. I am her and she is me.
Sound of the day: Wunderhorse – Teal https://youtu.be/RvyXV-rYA2o?si=41fOWYRlpehRWn51
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