I failed to walk away when someone hurt me. I stayed and yelled back and didn’t give up and got angry and made it worse. I learned that sometimes people will hurt me and I can’t make them take responsibility for it. I learned that sometimes I have to just walk away and carry my hurt on my own, with me, because they don’t care. I learned that I am good at carrying hurt and good at not needing to forgive and good at being me even when the world wants me smaller. It wasn’t ok. I lost and what I lost wasn’t even real and that real abyss over a fake loss continues to haunt me in my happiest moments, and I may never go unghosted.
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I effing, effing, effing love you. Always know that.