I was angry at myself.
It always starts with rage.
I was starting to feel that I was bigger and better than anything out there, my own power overwhelmed me, and I needed to shrink myself.
I needed Yaki again, the insecure girl who felt like she had a lot to prove, a lot to work for. I didn't like the woman I was becoming, so I took from her what she loved the most.
and I'm free now, I care again. I am at war with myself, and that's how I like it best. never do I want to become comfortable. Comfort has a way of stopping growth because we think we're okay. I was starting to run from things, because to me everything else seemed better. running from people because I thought I was better.
both the talent and the beauty were starting to get too much to me.
I walked around soaked in all the praise
I needed something to look forward to, I needed something to want. and now I want my hair back, I want it completely. I need someone to hold me and to tell me it'll all grow back,
and I hadn't been needing anything
for a very long time. I made myself sad with a purpose, I needed to feel mortal again.
