Please have some. Don't let the emotional dictates of someone else control you; don't let vulnerability be the death of identity and focus. Just because you're happy doesn't mean you're supposed to let go of priorities. Carry yourself like you always say you will: a posture that fluctuates with purpose rather than impulse. Posture that reflects direction, even when the prospects seem often foggy. Dignity and self-respect over the wretched hole of pity. You're more than that, in fact, everybody deserves more than that. To be told and to fiercely believe in human willpower; don't let the second and third guesses trail your paths, cling to your ankles, gnawing at your conscience. Let their merciless stares drown in their own hatred; after all, hatred is the most exhausting of emotions and it eventually self-destructs.
Just a note to self, another constant reminder for accountability purposes, and of course, this tender thing they call self-preservation.
About Me
- Tiffany
- Perhaps what lacks undergoing cannot be embraced. On her own as her only, asking neither pity nor grace. Adrift, astray, missed the last train of today, but lift your chin little girl. Soon enough, bright ahead the sun wakes, again dares to show face.
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