A rant about my insecurities on paper, printed with my own designed letters. The cover is made of ceramics with a glaze that was made from wood ash. The ash is oxidized and turned into a pink tint. The title of the work is very vulnerable, which contradicts the harshness of the ceramics. However, the content of the book is very direct, which contradicts the softness of the paper. I am very vulnerable in this text, but I’m still saying it how it is.