To be a bud with dreams to blossom the brightest
I don’t even stop to think
Fake it it Until You Make it
The sight of brokenness paralyzes me and I sit there staring
This angel face couldn’t be the one cheating on me emotionally
I would be the hard one to crack
I just show up
This conversation got me wondering at what point do you decide that you do not forgive at all, and when do you stop being forgiving and walk away.
Am I depressed or just very sad or just very dramatic?