I am so tired of wishing things would be different.
I'm done enabling this.
I'm sick of remembering how great things were before it started.
I will do more for just myself from now on.
I refuse to be some sort of toy and nothing more.
I should not be treated as if I don't matter and that it's okay to keep hurting me.
I cannot keep doing this.
You have a problem.
Chipped blue paint on an old, weathered picnic table. My love of neglected, worn, unloved things grows...I feel for them.