who knew i’d experience getting heartbroken again at this age, when all i wanted was consistency, respect, transparency, and love. what makes it harder is that i can’t afford to stop. i can’t afford to be weak, to cry, or to question my own worth, because if i do, everything i’ve been through will feel like it was all for nothing. so yeah, i’m hurting. i’m sad. i’m disappointed. i want to cry, but i can’t.










