I belong to nothing and no one.
The only way I can fathom to describe myself, my mental diagnosis, my beauty, my flaws, my past, my trauma, my dreams, my ~entirety~ at this point in life is this: I’m an ever-changing emotional chameleon. My colors vary from the brightest of yellows blooming honey-like warm rays of happiness and laughter, to the most dreamy, angelic lavenders that ooze empathy for all, to the deepest and darkest blues that drown me over and over again like waves eroding a rigid rock, and sometimes the occasional reds that are rooted in passion and anger like the wrath of the devil himself. I feel these colors and more every day, like a rollercoaster of the highest highs and the lowest lows, jolting me from one direction to the next. I flow. I adapt. I change based on my environments. My moral compass does not point north or south, for I am merely an observer. I am on my journey. I belong to nothing and no one. And that’s what makes me free.
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