Blindly in love once.
Why do we care about people who are clearly hurting us? I think I’ll never understand it. Never giving you credit where it’s deserved. Putting them first for everything, whether it be in private or public. Once they’ve checked their boxes and made it to where they wanted to be… it’s like you never existed.
It’s a story I know too well.
I feel lost again, but I’ll always be fearless. I’m scared to speak about it because it hurts my pride. However, what’s pride worth when you’re struggling to stay afloat.
That’s when you need to focus on doing things that you enjoy.
Wish me luck…
natural changes 