Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who causes all my emotional troubles, and that I make stuff up, whether I realize I'm doing so or not. It's a fault of mine, and I recognize that. I also know that a lot of that is just being a woman, and having those d---- hormones, right?

I also tend to believe that my poems aren't...raw enough. Aren't emotional enough. I read all these inspiring and hopeful poems from people in the process of gluing themselves together and there's a beauty to that in a way that I can't think of a good way to describe. Hmm. It's a lot to think about, though.