Human

Every night I pray to find my people.

That's a lie because I don't do much praying anymore. 

What happened that made you scared of my demons? You told me to never say how I really feel, so I'm sorry about this post, and this blog, and the fact that I'm going to Paris and you won't get to see me off, but maybe I'll send you a post card of a place where depression is a thing and emotions are accepted.

I'm scared to be too real and scared to not be real enough. Because sad is the norm and happiness is something I put on in the morning.  

Diversity is what keeps me alive. Your stories play in my mind and make me feel a little less crazy at night.  

We're supposed to write about who we are, but I don't really know.