what do you say when the words won’t come?

Standard

holding people to the same standards as i set for myself was my first mistake.

being an optimist was my second.

believing blood can be stronger than water was my third.

and now i am so betrayed and angry, i may never be the same.

but i know this. as much as it hurts, i will not give anyone the power to bring me to my knees and fall apart.

buckle up, motherfucker. you’ve underestimated my will to survive, thrive and hold people accountable.

it’s so fucking on.