Sometimes when I get angry, past transgressions churn to the surface and erupt like adult acne. I’m not sure if it’s because I stayed silent for so long, or because it still hurts, but I’m going to use my own weakness to move forward. I know I might never “get over it”, but that’s okay.
The people that love me, love me.
I encourage each of you to be real about what hurts you, talk about your troubles and deal with your junk. No one else can do that for you, but they can listen when you’re talking and hug you after.
The people that love you, really love you.
And the ones that don’t, don’t matter