You can hear the words that others say.
You can accept them or choose to defeat them.
Sometimes it’s a difficult choice.
Do you buy into them or decide that they’re wrong?
Do you make the decision to grow from the insults?
Or do you choose to dig your own grave and lie in it?
I’m choosing the former because I have someone who loves me.
I was informed my neediness was too much to deal with.
But, no one in my life would ever say something so inane.
I’m certainly not someone without their problems.
Every day I wake up just waiting for another one to arise.
The anticipation is draining the blood from my body.
I know that I will face something challenging emotionally.
Sometimes it’s my fault, sometimes it’s anothers.
I pawn those off to their own demons.
I accept that.
People make mistakes and I’ve made plenty.
But, at a certain point… perhaps when you hit twenty
You start wondering if you are worth more than that?
I wonder that every day.
I am at a crossroads.
I’ve been told I was a fucking horrible person recently.
But, I am not.
I have one of the biggest hearts out there.
I try to help someone out with a problem I am familiar with.
I fuck that up.
This is my life. Welcome.