I'm a master at flexing, game faces and building myself back from the ground up. 8 months ago I made the decision to leave someone I still loved because I wasn't getting what I needed or deserved. Not long after that, my heart had to break a second time when it became clear we couldn't even stay friends. The second time hurt worse, much worse. It put me in an emotional hole I didn't think I'd ever see the top of. But slowly, day by day, I picked the pieces of myself back up because I decided who I wanted to be and I didn't want to be the sad little girl that I was. When I love, I love deeply, and unfortunately that means I don't get all the parts of myself back again. But I can build different and new parts and I can always be a better person than I was yesterday. And right now I'm a version of myself I wouldn't have felt possible not too long ago. Happy, still fighting and loving those around me, including myself.
What is life other than spending every day trying to convince ourselves it has a purpose, that we have a purpose, without ever actually knowing what it is. It's love, until it's not. It's goals, until their accomplished. It's money, until it's gone. It's things, until we have everything. It's impressing others, until that means nothing. It's helping others, until that doesn't take the pain away. It's believing in something, until that doesn't make sense anymore. It's everything and it's nothing and that's the scariest thought to ever exist.
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