The worst is not the pain or the bloodstains on my favorite sweater. The worst is not the breach of promise, the success undermined by weakness in the face of the usual suspects. It's--god help me--the sense of homecoming. Yes. This is what I do.
I am going to be okay. I am stronger than this. I am better. I believe that now. But with that comes the knowledge the things I need in order to continue to heal cannot be found here.
Humans are not made to be bridges. I need to get out of this house. It does things to me.
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