I'm without internet for a few days so I'll be trying out the Blogger app for the first time. I'm afraid. Hold me.
Which is exactly what young me was telling himself in this journal entry.
See what I did there?
Side note: young me should have written self help posters. Or Hallmark cards.
Stop them from doing it to you
Stop them from making you into what they want
Stop the incessant voices that hurt you
Stop being who they need you to be and be who you are
Stop looking for ways out and open the door
Stop staring trough the glass and break that shit open and let the air in