

I don’t want my OF to turn too sentimental or toxic but this was me 10 years ago. Going through a lot here. Sitting outside my ex husband’s apartment while we were separated. At that time I would have cut my own limbs off to make it work. All I can say is … a title doesn’t mean shit. People will still treat you a certain way regardless. You have to have fearlessness in you to accept despair and loneliness to be your own self. Nobody can fill that void or do it for you.