God...stop looking at me like that.....
I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry that you had to know the person I used to be, and that you're struggling to realize that I've changed.
I can sense those thoughts running through your head, those a-thousand-a-minute judgments flying at light speed. As if you know me. As if you know anything about me.
Well, do I have news for you. You don't. You never did. You were too busy lost in your own little world of vanity and assumptions to realize that I was so scared, so goddamn terrified....
You don't know what I've had to deal with. You don't know how hard it was for me to get here, how hard it was to pick up the broken pieces and to try to make something coherent out of all of it. I'm a mess. And I will always, forever be a mess, because that is exactly what I am.
I've been taking baby steps for the past...Idon'tknowhowlong and the smallest thing slams me right back to where I was before. I don't need your memories of me haunting my mind. I don't need to be ashamed of the coward I was.
The coward I am.
I don't know you, and you don't know me. And that's how it's going to be, for as long as I can keep it that way.