quarter tone flat
before i forget. here is why i don’t feel bad about being happy.
- how many chances did i give over 3 years? too many for that many disappointments.
- i have been checked out since the break in april.
- “second chances, they don’t ever matter, people never change”
- i haven’t felt pretty since forever ago.
- i became an expected rather than a cherished. i’m not something you deserve, i’m something to be earned and respected.
- he couldn’t give me what i needed. when i first started asking for it, it was just a want. but the letdowns and dashed hopes turned my wants into needs. i needed to trust that he would come through. and he didn’t.
- when i gave the chances, he threw them away.
- i deserve to be happy with myself and my life. now that it’s done, i AM happier. i feel free.
that’s all. just jotting down before i lose my justification.
