I am so good at trivia because I spend hours going down rabbit holes about the most random things/topics and my brain likes to store them deep just in case one day someone asks about that one specific thing I can jump in and dump every little fact about it.
I used to want this. I wanted you to feel the sting and the pain that I felt. I wanted to live in your head rent free, but now I know that I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I don’t wish the negative associations with me to surface. I used to want this, and now I don’t.