At the end of the day, it’s me. Not the friends who promised forever and left. Not the lovers who disappeared when I stopped smiling. Just me. Holding my own hand through panic. Calming myself at 2 a.m. Putting myself to bed like a child no one stayed for. I’m the one who saw every version of me and stayed. Even when I hated myself. Even when I wished I was someone else. It’s me. Always me.
At the end of the day, it’s me. Not the friends who promised forever and left. Not the lovers who disappeared when I stopped smiling. Just me. Holding my own hand through panic. Calming myself at 2 a.m. Putting myself to bed like a child no one stayed for. I’m the one who saw every version of me and stayed. Even when I hated myself. Even when I wished I was someone else. It’s me. Always me.
