My Last F-You

You know, right around two years ago I sent you the “f*ck you” email. After 3 years I was finally at a point where I could let go. That email was sent with rage. I wish I could say I never looked back after sending that, but I can’t. I let you go that day but what you did to me still lingered. My longing turned into that rage I mentioned. My love turned to hate. My sadness turned to disgust.

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Don’t Get Stuck in the Quiet

I love my alone time. There’s something empowering about being able to sit with yourself, breathe, and just… be. But I’ve learned that the quiet is supposed to help you heal and recharge, not become a place where you hide from life.

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