I’m so embarrassed by all the pathetic and desperate shit I’ve done in an attempt to feel loved, and I’m more embarrassed that nothing has ever worked.
I don't think I'm healing. I think I'm just learning how to carry pain without spilling it. Everyone calls it strength, but really, it's just silence , I laugh, I smile, I show up but inside, half of me is already gone.
Most women do not cry over the man. They are crying over themselves, the effort they put in, the hope they had, the delusion they believed, and the reminder that love has not rewarded them.