I am not afraid to speak my mind and sometimes my mind is not what you expect. My mind is the raw thoughts that most are afraid to say.
Why do we do this? Why do we subject ourselves to more pain? What are we hoping to gain through finding out people who are no longer in our lives are happier that way?
Be mad. You may have done everything for them, but they took all of that for granted. They made you feel bad when you wouldn’t do something for them.
The burning desire to crawl back. To make all the pain go away simply by just pretending that we were perfect.