Good Or Bad, I Am One Of The Ones

It has to go. All the need for validation. All the hope that someone will come along and read or reassure you.Art has to be artI have to be me.You have to be you The world is not going to change or acquiesce or consider us or pardon our moments of weakness and nor will anything stop or celebrate our victories. It has to go.The need to be heard by anyone.The need to be celebrated by anyone. If you are here, then you have to be here for yourself.Forget the script.Forget the stage.Forget if anyone comes or goes and forget who likes you or loves you. Forget who pays attention to your social media or your pictures.This has to go. I am ending this here and keeping today and this journal shorter than usualAt the same time, I have letters to write and closure to find.I cannot, should not, and will not give into the limitations that come when we start to question everything—and I mean literally everything. I remember when I started writing.I remember no one cared.No one noticed.And no one paid…