This is a diary entry that I made on January 19th, 2018
Some days I feel weak. Some days I feel tired. Some days I look at words that I have written and they make sense, but I don't feel their passion or their bravery. I have a bad tendency of only talking about the days where I feel the best and I'm embarrassed by the days that feel grey and empty. Those days are there though. Those days happen. I'm scared that if I talk about those days, people will worry and talk about me. There isn't anything to worry about though. I am not the same person every day. I change. Like the moon, I grow and fall into myself. I'm always there, but at times you will only see pieces of me, because I am not proud of all that I am. It's hard to be luminous all of the time.