I don’t even know how to put my feelings into words at this point
"don’t tell me I am pretty or thin or sweet or good until you have crawled inside my skin and felt the depths and shallows of me. only I know who I am. I live inside myself and it is a rotting cage."
Well I’m fucked
Well, it’s true that I have been hurt in my life. Quite a bit. But it’s also true that I have loved, and been loved and that carries a weight of its own. A greater weight, in my opinion. It’s like that pie chart we talked about earlier, in the end, I’ll look back on my life and see that the greatest piece of it was love. The problems, the divorces, the sadness… those will be there too, but just smaller slivers, tiny pieces.
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