my opinions on racism will always be limited as I’m from a position of white privilege, so whilst it’s so important to call out racial inequality and oppression when I see it, it’s also important for me to recognise that my voice should not shout over those who have actually experienced racism and have a far better understanding of how it operates then I ever will

I know I’m a hard person I do. I’m sensitive, I’m moody, I have bad anger, and I need constant reassurance. I’m fearful of to many things and I tend to overthink. But please don’t think that that’s all I am. I can be nice, I can be strong, I can be calm. I can also be brave and I can also control my thoughts. If you catch me on a day where I’m being hard, don’t think that’s all I am.

when I was younger, I used to think true love was tumultuous and intense. but now, I feel like real love is gentle. passionate in a soft, sweet way. not fireworks and drama, but a love that’s like coming home, the breeze on a still summer day. a balm to the aches of the world.

I find comfort in knowing that people who I’ve cut out of my life are left with this version of me that simply doesn’t exist anymore. The memory and image of me that they have isnt who I am, and I’m happy that it’s that way. I’ve changed and grown and they wont ever get the chance to know the better version of myself that I’ve become during their absence.

Time will show everything.