I always thought there was something romantic about fighting for someone. about winning them back. But as I sit with holes in my chest where hope used to lie. I’ve come to the realization that there isn’t anything lovely about having to continuously convince someone to love you.
that "fed up" stage hits different. where nothing they say or do at that point can change your mind. you gain the strength & fight to want better, to want more. the thought of settling disgusts you & you're ready for the life you deserve. it's really everything
no one talks about the trauma that comes with your female "friends" betraying you. like i dead have ptsd when it comes to developing new relationships with women