Imagine taking five plus years, figuring yourself out. The in’s and out ‘s, the flaws and strengths, quirks, talents, nearly every single detail as to who you currently are in this world. Imagine discovering such talents as deepest of humanly possible sensations, and a nerves system that is constantly operating in overdrive, amplified to it’s highest level of function 100% of the time.
Imagine talking with someone, briefly, about a sensitive situation… Such as a breakup. My breakup.. With the man of whom I thought completed me…. Despite the circumstances surrounding the situation… This friend says ” He probably has another girlfriend.”
Then she heard me say I’m really hurt and it’s awful that she wouldn’t consider my feelings first..
And she attacks me with this
Words hurt. If you’re not mature enough to take accountability for yourself, leave me the fuck alone.
“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza