It creeps me out sometimes to think of the person I was. I was a terrible person. I was mean to people.

I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.

It's nice to look back on your life and see things as lessons, and not regrets.

I am not reinventing myself. I am going through the layers and revealing myself. I am on a journey, an adventure that's constantly changing shape.

Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror. I hate the man in the mirror cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer.

When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn't otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought.