we were perfect in our imperfection.

i made the mistake of letting one person break me. and i may have healed since then, but i feel…off balance. or like i’m constantly walking with a limp. like i wasn’t able to heal properly. i hide and bottle up my emotions so i don’t cause trouble for other people. i try too hard to be a likeable person, when deep down i know i’m just…me. i’m not anything special. i’m bland. i’m selfish. it’s constantly a push and pull when it comes to my feelings. i get random spikes of anger or sadness, like a container that’s overflowing. and when that happens i just have to let it pass and secure the lid on that container again. it happens more often than i’d like it to. it’s not fun.