Publié depuis Eklablog

“ someone called me “boring” and it felt like a knife plunge in  my heart because I know it was true. I allowed myself to be boring because I knew I am not in a good place, I am not whole enough to give anyone anything not even my time. I needed a shoulder to cry on not a fake smile or seen in public when I was dying inside. I don’t have to give anyone an explanation because when I feel good again and they want to be around me all of that time I took taking care myself will matter.”