Most of my life I thought it was me.
When anything goes wrong, or someone gets upset, I wrack my brain trying to think what I did or didn’t do. How I could have prevented things from turning out the way they did.
It’s exhausting.
But as I get older, I realize that sometimes it’s not me at all. And I’m still getting used to that.
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It’s exhausting.
But as I get older, I realize that sometimes it’s not me at all. And I’m still getting used to that.
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