Remember how our pictures were gold? They only looked gold because I couldn’t see how the gold can fade and show rust underneath. The sparkle was gone, but I kept clawing at the gold plating anyway. I wondered if my fingertips could paint over rust so the gold could stay.
This isn’t the first time the doctor can’t tell what’s wrong with me.
I want to do a lot of things, but I’m not doing them all. How do other people do all the things? I’m going to try and figure it out.
The first time I found myself going along with whatever he said, I told myself it was because I wanted him to be happy.
I’m not okay, and that’s okay. I’m going to be true and finally say it.
Losing a friend may suck but it’s not the end of the world. I take a look at toxic friendships to see if I’m in one or if I’m a toxic friend myself.
The story of what I did right and what I did wrong to reach my goals.