Telling someone to let go of whatever is bothering them is like telling someone with anxiety to just relax or telling someone who’s angry to calm down. It’s frustrating, pointless, cliched.
We walked together for a decade. There’s not a lot of ground we have not touched. The city glows with our footsteps.
You hurt me, hand over fist, time after time, and I’m the one that has to say it’s okay? Um, bye, Felicia.
They’re not just words, they’re not an anchor you attach to someone’s leg, they’re not an ego boost.