This year, I want to write of misery. I want to showcase the flaws in a rebirth. I want to prove to my inner child that I did not leave her in the dark. Every aspect of me now would have been impossible in the absence of her. So, in every entry I write, I will write not only of growth, but burdens as well. As a person, I’ve found it impossible to “compact my life into pretty words” without excluding the beautiful pain it has planted in me. Choosing to be content with the fact has turned out far easier than holding and never letting go. But holding and not letting go for those extra moments of remembrance I choose to; is more euphoric than I could of ever thought. This year, I will write of “ordeals”. This year, I will write of “pleasures”. Before december 31st, 2022; I want to do something. To truly accomplish something straight and completely from a part of me. I want to smear the ink off of a page and admire the mess of words I have made. This is my year of proving how capable I am as anyone else. It has given me a blank canvas and I am going to tear it up and write of everything I love on the pieces.