"I blamed the false security that you made me feel, the safety to be myself, when you secretly wanted me to be someone else.
I blamed unconditional love, because that’s what I felt for you, and if your love had conditions, what good is mine?
I blamed the hopeful voice in my head that always silenced the doubtful voice in my head, saying, “Stop asking yourself if it’s okay to be happy and just know that it is; you deserve this. Everything is exactly as it should be.”
I now blame myself for wondering, however briefly yesterday, if I should erase my edges, soften my sarcasm, and paint myself into the picture of perfection that you require.
Today is a new day, and I face it happily, knowing that everything is, in fact, still exactly as it should be."
Excerpt from
Thought Catalog. A poignantly written article about relationships and breakups that really made me wonder if all relationships end with you feeling lots of regret and plenty of self-loathe. Perhaps it only ends this way if you've felt that you haven't been given a chance to fight hard to the very last inch of the race?
Been in an incredibly crabby mood this weekend. Maybe staying at home all day is really getting to me. Really looking forward to a better May (: