I know this is a dump at the most random time ever. But I will leave this here. I am happy now, I am beyond happy. I had finally met friends whom I can confide myself towards without feeling so defensive about my feelings. I am very troublesome so I am glad ya’ll put up with me. 😌

I chose to stop those words. I reserved them so carefully that 6 years later I can finally say those words. As I read more of my past I could only feel pain for myself and the person I had dumped my own trauma on. I’m sorry… even if this is harsh to say I know we both used each other. 3/?

As I recalled these memories I felt so out of place of my own self. I noticed that I had changed. But is it for better or worse? I lost “I love you” so was losing my sense of love worth the effort I tried to have for someone else? As I write this now I am here in the present with my decision. 2/?