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it’s impossible to explain to someone well-adjusted that the interior landscape of a person who’s been crushed by loss and betrayal at a young age is a barren wasteland of ashes that will starve any misguided living thing that tries to set down roots and grow there,
“You are weird. You’re the weirdest and most fascinating woman I’ve ever met, and I’ve spent every day since you left searching for anyone or anything that comes close to making me feel the way you did.”
Love isn’t blind like they say. It’s total insanity.
The past is a dark and dangerous place, and it’s filled with devils wearing the faces of friends.
He’s always been the snake with the apple, and I’ve always been Eve.
It’s always easier to be one of the tribe, to be liked and welcomed. Being a valued part of a group is built into our DNA. And as all outcasts know, being different can be dangerous.
“All my life, I’ve been heavy. This weight is invisible to everyone but me, but it’s there, every day, weighing me down with every step. I didn’t choose it. It was given to me. It’s mine to carry, except I don’t want it anymore. I just want to feel soft. I want to be light and easy. But there’s nowhere safe for me to put this weight, so I have to keep carrying it until the day it finally breaks my bones and grinds me down into dust, and there’s nothing left of me.
I have no idea when reality ended yesterday and the smut version of Alice in Wonderland began.
