my little pink heart is on its little brown raft floating out to sea

[resistwaves]

 life is different.

it's scary.

and it's depressing.

but it's necessary.

and there is some good.  hopefully more in the future.

i am negative. pessimistic. disappoint everyone. and i am constantly disappointed and dissatisfied.

i hate this person.  but i didn't like the one before it either.

there was one moment, that i recall, in particular that i remember actually liking myself.  maybe loving myself.

i must have been 15 or 16.

sad.