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[text: Who is this in the mirror? Why won't you love me? Why won't you let me be?]

I love that i’m not dead inside. I love that i’m charmed and thrilled; that i laugh and that i get mad; that i cry and promise myself never again. I love my silence and my pride and my tenderness. And i very much treasure the fire that i hold in me.

Been letting go of people without necessarily villainizing them. I don’t need to tell myself “they’re a bad person” “don’t know how to handle my emotions” “have xyz negative traits” “a total asshole without any redeeming qualities” to be able to arrive at the conclusion that maybe that certain person would not be a very healthy addition to my life. Idk growing up and maturing has come w seeing other people not though the lens of “u bad me good,” but more so through “we’re all imperfect in our own ways, and I can still acknowledge the good in you even as I decide it’s best to part ways.” People will always be tricky to navigate, it’s just a matter of asking yourself “do I have the capacity or time for this? Is this worth it?” and the answer can still be no even if the person you’re removing from your life isn’t an evil caricature of who they actually are