So fed up of being a “bitch” for standing up for myself, a “slut” when I love myself and an “attention seeker” when I’m unsure of myself. Nothing I can do can make me a “human” because to society I’m a slab of clay to ply into a physically and mentally pleasing object to be seen and not heard. This is not acceptable, and I won’t let myself be labelled anymore. I’m a woman and I won’t always be perfect, and your opinion does not matter to me.
Stumbling upon old pictures of what we once were hurts so much. I began to realize how much my life as changes and how much the both of have changed. Some from the best and some for the worst. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much if we were allowed to still be friends without any worries of anything happening. Obviously if it ended it was for a reason but that still doesn’t mean you had to throw me out of your life the way you did.