Keepinitcreeepy

It’s been almost three years since I posted this. I don’t recognize her. Her face is lifeless, lost and empty. I don’t feel like this anymore. Not in this way. Ripples of pain still find me, and my brain is still letting go of my fear responses, but I’m not empty anymore. I am finding love in myself and I’m happy

It’s been almost three years since I posted this. I don’t recognize her. Her face is lifeless, lost and empty. I don’t feel like this anymore. Not in this way. Ripples of pain still find me, and my brain is still letting go of my fear responses, but I’m not empty anymore. I am finding love in myself and I’m happy

is there anything more bitter than letting go of friends that you thought were your ride or die? coming to terms with the fact that you’re walking down different paths and you’ll be dismembered if you don’t let go of their hand. being true to yourself and your self-worth is something we’re never warned about. no one ever tells you that you’ll spend weeks pondering where it went wrong, what you did wrong, until you come to the somber realization that your time together on this earth just might be over.