I spent years clinging tightly to the things hurting me the most, refusing to let go, desperate to prove my value and my worth by making a show of how much abuse and damage I could take with minimal complaint.
Until it hurt too much. Until I complained too much. Until I lost most of my friends.
Until it hurt too much. Until I complained too much. Until I lost most of my friends.
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Well. Itβs about time, maybe.
I think I ought to start trying.