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You can say things over and over to yourself, but the moment you say them out loud to someone else, they become something different, like you’re taking a fear and giving it a solid shape so it can actually hurt you.
It should feel better to be sharing it, but it also makes it less deniable.
Not that I’m a priceless piece of art, but I’m the only me I have.
I can screw everything up out here, with no one to see but me, and you know what? The world doesn’t end. It keeps right on going and so do I.
I’m scared shitless. But I’m also braver than I ever knew.
I know I need his help. I don’t know how to ask for it. Because, let’s face it, asking for help is not something we’ve ever been good at.
When something circles in the air long enough, you have to know it’s going to run out of fuel and crash right into you.
It’s like you go back to the place and it’s the same but you realize you’re different.
Everyone thinks I ran away from home when I’m actually running toward it.
Maybe it was what you needed, to be left alone, but lately I’m thinking we’ve had too much alone time in our lives. Too much of people just letting us be.
But from that day on I felt like I had this wonderful little secret, and somehow having that secret felt like protection.
Because sometimes walking is the only thing that makes sense.
The truth is always sadder than lies anyway.
Have they spent all these years hiding from me? Or have I spent all these years hiding from them?
I just want it to be past tense, so we know what it is, and can figure out how to deal with it.
I cried because you don’t understand how deep the deep end goes until you’re actually drowning.
There isn’t much left to say, and that feels comfortable rather than awkward.
It’s like suddenly everything I’m carrying around in my head and in my chest is expanding like an accordion, and there’s no room for all of it inside me.
Your heart is stronger than any of the hurts inflicted. Even the ones that were self-inflicted.
