5/18/22
I very much used to believe that no one cared about what I had to say. Not in a martyred sort of way, but there are so many out there speaking, doing, and showing that I was disenchanted by an audience in general. I didn’t even have instagram until 2018- I was 28. It wasn’t until recently, like within the past two to three years, that I realized that it’s not about everyone else; I was posting for me and for what I thought was important for the world to see. I still struggle with the ego of all of it. My only hope through this rambling is that maybe my words will resonate with you at some point; a moment that makes the other moments make sense. And if not, I appreciate you all the same.