at the end of the day, it's you that you come home to. you tuck yourself in at night, and get yourself out of bed in the morning. no one else. you have to do what you have to do for you. plain and simple. survive for you. be happy for you. love for you. don't bend yourself into the shape someone else wants you in, ask them to love you the way you are. ask them to remember that you are not clay for them to mold, you are already art. you can't throw that way to save someone else's comfort. it's your time. never lose sight of that.
