I ain’t going to start ANOTHER new journal because this one is “ruined”.
I been in quite a pissy mood every time I come here to write, it’s to vent.
I changed some of entries to private so that certain people, who might suspect I’m on here don’t see them. Words cut. Deeper than a physical blow. I could give you SEVERAL examples of that. I never knew how real until it kept happening over and over. That nursery rhyme “sticks and stones will break your bones but words will never hurt” is a fucking lie. Don’t believe it. I used to chant that phrase as a kid. Perhaps it fucked me over one last time.
Be mindful of the words you say to people, and the thoughts in your head that you tell yourself..