Nobody knows the real me; Nobody knows how many times I’ve cried in my room when nobody was watching; Nobody knows how many times I’ve been let down; Nobody knows how many times I’ve felt like I’m about to snap, but I just don’t, for the sake of others; Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I’m sad, how horrible they truly are. Nobody. Knows. Me.
This version of me wasn’t built overnight. This is experience; This is pain; This is insecurities; This is abuse. And this is depression. I had to go through things to get to the level I’m at now.
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I slowly learned that even if I react, it won’t change anything, it won’t make people suddenly love and respect me, it won’t magically change their minds. Sometimes It’s better to just let things be, let people go, don’t fight for closure, don’t ask for explanations, don’t chase answers and don’t expect people to understand where you’re coming from. I’m slowly learning that life is better lived when you don’t center it on what’s happening inside you instead. Work on yourself and your inner peace.
The biggest lesson learned this year is probably to not give so much of yourself to people who will not do the same for you.
I think it’s time I let you go. And that’s so hard to do because a part of me will be in love with you for the rest of my life. But the daydreaming, the running in place, it’s not healthy. I can’t do that anymore.
