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.
presentlymine 