cutting people off feels different now. it’s not anger, it’s grief. like dang… I really wanted you here, but your actions showed me I’m not safe with you.
I really owe myself an apology. For staying in places where I felt I wasn't wanted, but chose to hold on anyway. For trying to fix bonds that were already dead. For putting people first who would never have done the same for me. I knew better, but I kept giving chances. I kept showing up for folks who didn't appreciate me. So now I'm holding myself accountable, because I should.