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I think when you’re the worst of people, finding the worst in others becomes a survival tactic of sorts. You focus heavily on the darkness in people in hopes of masking the true shade of your own darkness.
I wonder what kind of upbringing is worse for a human. The kind where you’re sheltered and loved to the point that you aren’t aware of how cruel the world can be until it’s too late to acquire the necessary coping skills, or the kind of household I grew up in. The ugliest version of a family, where coping is the only thing you learn.
Most kids get the kind of parents that’ll be missed after they die. The rest of us get the kind of parents who make better parents after they’re dead.
Sometimes I believe personalities are shaped more by damage than kindness.
Me!
Kindness doesn’t sink as deep into your skin as the damage does. The damage stains your soul so bad, you can’t scrub it off. It stays there forever, and I feel like people can see all my damage just by looking at me.
Home still feels like a mythical place I’ve been searching for my whole life.
Damaged people recognize other damaged people. It’s like a club you don’t want a membership to.
“Because most of the time, the fun you have that leads to the pain is worth the pain.”
“There are two different kinds of wrong. The wrong that stems from weakness and the wrong that stems from strength. You made that choice because you were strong and needed to survive. You didn’t make that choice because you were weak.”
I feel like a flower being taken out of the shadows and put into the sun. I’m blooming for the first time since I broke through the earth’s soil.
You can fill your life with nice things, but nice things don’t fill the holes in your soul.”
“What fills the holes in a soul?” Samson’s eyes scroll over my face for a few seconds. “Pieces of someone else’s soul.”
“Darya means the sea.
“Don’t worry. Hearts don’t have bones. They can’t actually break.”
“If there’s nothing inside a heart that can break, why does it feel like mine is going to snap in half when it’s time for me to move next month? Does your heart not feel like that?” Samson’s eyes scroll over my face for a moment. “Yeah,” he whispers. “It does. Maybe we both grew heart bones.”
holding everything in accomplishes nothing. It just causes the truth to hurt even worse in the end.
Maya Angelou that reminds me of our situation. When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.
