I am not golden.

I remember the back stabbing, the gossip, the ridicule, the hate.

That’s okay.

I‘ve never been and never will be golden or diamond.

They need to be securely kept and adored by people.

Fuck that.

Fuck adoration.

Fuck people.

I am human.

I allow myself the experience of beauty and I forgive myself for the experience of being fucking terrible. And I have been.

Those are the prices of being human and being free.

Something you can neither afford or deserve.

M.