i’m not proud of the person i used to be. i dont want to make anymore bad choices because the consequences have no end. nobody lets me forget what i’ve done and/or who i was. i feel like tyrion lannister:
“Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what’s on the other side?”
“Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name take it make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.”
i relate to the cynical little imp now more than i ever thought i would.
i spent too long digging myself out of the hole that i was forced into to allow myself to fall back in again. i will be strong again because it’s the only thing i can be.