#relateable

I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closest is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#anger

I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#girls #pressure #relateable #life