I am perfectly fine on my own.
I can walk away from a fire and not look back. Why bother with something useless? Something so mundane that it took everything out of me to be around it. It’s not worth my time anymore and it’s silly that I’m not the only one who could see how useless it had become.
But what do I know? That silly girl with the silly life. What do I know of the world and all of its troubles? What do I know of the world and all of its pain, tribulations, and sorrow?
Actually more than you thought, more than you considered and more than you can ever imagine. Why limit myself? Why subscribe to one idea, one pattern? The questions that emerged almost destroyed me but the reaction is that I’m to blame.
But if I’m to blame, it’s because I didn’t trust myself in the first place.