Because I never want to forget these feelings. Because if I write these things anywhere else, I’ll be judged and questioned and consoled. Because sometimes I just want to mope and complain for the sake of moping and complaining. Because I want to be able to talk about shitty things without people thinking they have to help me get through it. Because life is shitty sometimes. Because I want to remember it all—the good, the bad, the things I never had the guts to say. Because I want honesty, pure raw painful honesty. Because I want to be nameless, for once. Because I want to throw away the preconceptions and reputation that weighs down a name. Because I want to create a new identity. Because only I know who I am.

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