Before you panic, I’m not going to kill myself. Not literally anyway.
While on the bus home today I thought about what it would be like to take all the things I don’t like about myself. Everything that I do that hurts myself and who I want to be. Every memory that causes me pain. Take all those things, separate them from myself into an image of myself…
And kill it.
All my failures gone. All my insecurities gone. The damaged person who sabotages everything I want to do gone.
Dead.
I’m going to use that and make some art.
That old person will die in the process and the new me, like a phoenix, will rise.
Writing the Year 