who’d you say, you were?

people only care about you till an extent, the minute you break their self worth, their self ammunition, their self esteem. from there on they stop showing up for you.
i was wrong being a friend as rewarding as it is, teaches you everything you wish you’d never learn / see/ experience. you need to be trained  how not to break my heart / or rip it apart. i guess, loving is not only hard – it is ridiculously difficult and insane. and sometimes you’ve got to stop investing life and lies in people.
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i am sorry, but who are you again?
ha. i guess now i know. 
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we all do find our equilibrium with or without people. 
and i am relieved to not carry anybody’s responsibility anymore.

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