it takes a long time to realise how truly miserable you are, and even longer to see that it doesn’t have to be that way. only after you give up everything, can you begin to find a way to be happy.
yes! congratulations! you are the last person to get that. i’m not gonna change. i don’t need your help for changing, so you can stop trying to make me your project.
all this time, i assumed there was more to me than everyone thought. but maybe there isn’t... that’s the part where you’re supposed to disagree with me!
i think there are people that help you become the person that you end up being, and you can be grateful for them, even if they were never meant to be in your life forever. i’m glad i knew you, too.
i’m afraid that this could be the best thing that ever happened to me, and if it doesn’t make me as happy as i’m supposed to be, that means i’m a lost cause.
when you do bad things, you have something you can point to when people eventually leave you. it’s not you, you tell yourself, it’s that bad thing you did.
it’s a weird thing to feel at 54 years old, that for the first time in your life your mother sees you. it’s an odd realisation that that’s the thing that you’ve been missing, the only thing you wanted all along; to be seen.
is it possible, this whole time, i’ve been an amazing feminist hero, and nobody knew it? feels pretty right. yeah, i’m a male feminist! you’re welcome, society.
if you do have any of the old horseman gunk bouncing around in that brain of yours, i gotta tell you right now you should give up on looking for 'enough'. because it will never be enough.