I am 34 years old. I am still here. still sad. still suffering. constantly trying to heal and i am exhausted. especially now. why?

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I am 34 years old. I am still here. still sad. still suffering. constantly trying to heal and i am exhausted. especially now. why?
I was so afraid of hurting their feelings that I forgot that they could hurt mine too. And now that they have, I wonder if I’ve truly been alone all this time—I’ve just been too blind to see it.
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via tbfhprincess)
Mary Lambert
They never wanna discuss what triggered you... just how you reacted.
Yesyesyesyesyesyes.
I say 'sorry' a lot. Mostly because I feel like everything is my fault.
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“I was so afraid of hurting their feelings that I forgot that they could hurt mine too. And now that they have, I wonder if I’ve truly been alone all this time—I’ve just been too blind to see it.”
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Love isn’t patient and kind and humble. Love is messy. And horrible and selfish and bold. It’s not finding your perfect half. It’s the trying and reaching and failing. Love is being willing to ruin your good painting for the chance at a great one.
Angelina Jolie
So I guess today is about being sad again.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.