It's all fucked up.
Me.
Us.
And maybe him.
Mr. Right wasn't there for me; but in his defense, I didn't ask him to be.
And in my defense, I don't know how.
But, I do know, that I'm broken hearted, and a stubborn ass bitch... that's what I had to become to survive. So, unless he finds a big white horse...
it's done.
monday morning eye candy: Natalia Arbelaez
7 years ago
1 comment:
:(
I know it's tough for me to let other people "take care of me." Be that financially, emotionally, whatever. Call it my survival mechanism. Do I think I'll ever be able to let go completely? HELL NO.
It is worth doing? Who knows. I'm still trying to figure that out. I do know that it's easier for me to drop the wall one small piece at a time. It'll take a while, but it will happen.
YOU ARE NOT A BITCH for keeping that wall up. It's up for a reason. All in time. Don't beat yourself up for it though :)
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