BE BRAVE
September 25th, 2023 | San Francisco, CA
Dear fuckin’ diary,
I write in a state I can only describe as complete and utter vitriol.
Yeah. There’s a fucking word.
Vitriol.
It’s what I feel. It’s like a poison within me. I can feel it rising. With every slight. With every bit of bad luck. And I can’t blame it all on luck. I know that.
But man, do I seem to have a rotten bunch of it as of late. I wonder if that will change?
I’ve been trying. So fucking hard.
But it seems like my meager efforts are up against insurmountable odds? Is my hole truly that deep? Is my despair to be bottomless? I know even as I write this that I will rise again in the morning and continue to try my hardest. And I know, I need this feeling.
I need to remember how it tastes(bitter). How it sounds(pathetic). How it feels(like a slow death).
I don’t want to die. I want to live. So, I vent, but hear me, dear heart, and hear me well.
Keep. Moving Forward. Be brave.
Be brave.
