It doesn’t matter how greatly you’ve been hurt or how much you’re hurting, it’s what you do with the pain that counts. You could cry for years, and rightfully so, or you could choose to learn and grow from it. Take it from me: I spent years hiding in a hole, afraid to come out because of what people would think of me. But one day I decided to leave, and I ended up saving lives!
May 25, 2012
I just received word that my transfer application for school was accepted. And you should expect this to be a moment of happiness, right? It should. But the person I wanted to tell first, they’re not speaking to me. And the thought that this could continue makes the aching feeling stronger. I miss you. But I can’t bring myself to strike up a conversation like it’s okay. Because I’m not. I could tell you how hurt I am by the argument we had and the harsh words he threw my way. I could tell you that I didn’t sleep all night, couldn’t manage to drag myself out of bed for my appointment at eight am, and that this sick feeling in my stomach still hasn’t left me. I could tell you a lot of things, but the last words you said to me was “Sorry but I don’t care”. And that’s why I can’t. So you get a text message, just to let you know of my acceptance. Because while I can’t be the one to forget this hurt right now, I won’t be the one to suddenly change the way I look at you.
