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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@oona18
I’m proud of me because even when you put me trough hell, when you tried to destroy every part of my essence or even when you tear away from me all form of self confidence, I still believe that there were some good in you. So maybe you didn’t really destroy all of what making me who I am; a resilient and loving bitch.
I’m promising you that you won’t ever find me where you left me.
Do you remember when you hurt me and I tried to make things right? When I apologized for you or took the blame? Do you remember? I hope so, because I won’t let anyone treat me the way you did anymore.
Sometimes I just can’t take it anymore and I cry my heart out, feeling like I’ve never hurt this much before. Then I remember that I’ve been lied to, abused, threatened, played to, taken for granted, and replaced—and that I’ve picked myself up on my own every single time. I’m neither a girl nor a woman—I’m a damn superheroine.
I loved you, trusted you, I wanted to know everything about you even the most insignificant details. I was too much for you, so I hope you’ll find less.
No revenge because you’ve already been punished; you lost me. And you can't be loved so purely twice in a lifetime.
you cannot keep explaining pain to someone who benefits from misunderstanding it
THIS!👏
Some day I cry and others I laugh, but I always remember that you’ve won many battles by dragging me through the mud. But I’ve won the war, because I never responded to your cruelty with more cruelty—instead, I always reached out to you to make things right. And that, boy, is something you won’t ever find again throughout your whole life.
You know what, I’m fucking proud of me for having held on and persevered all this time. Now, that I survived things that some couldn’t even imagine, I deserve some rest, and I’m still proud for that too.
The most cruel feeling: being so much used to pain that you fear happiness.
They moved on, they lied, they took you for granted, and the most cruel is that there is nothing you can do about it.
I won’t ever get over the fact that one day you could be someone’s life, and the next day be nothing for them. How could that be even possible? And more importantly, how to accept such injustice?
Giving people the benefit of the doubt is what has cost me the most in this world. Just like seeing the good in everyone, sometimes there’s nothing more to see than what people already show us.
Healing, is such a strange process. You could be here, in the middle of an ordinary day, watching a movie, working or just eating. And suddenly, the pain hits you, takes your breath away, and destroys any hope for a better future. Even when you’ve tried so hard to move on, that pain haunts you and always finds its way back to you.
If you get blisters when you wear these shoes, then they’re not your size. That’s not about shoes.
When things really hurt you, they make you quiet.
