Heavy minds match heavy hearts.

For some reason I can't figure out how to start this... ISH.

I have so many things/scenarios/ideas running through my head. As Breanne would say, "Eff my life." 

Seriously, eff my life. 

The things I would like to write about in great detail are probably better suited for my journal, but I am closer to a computer, and I can be vague. 

Am I hurt because my pride was affected? Or am I just hurt because they were right? That I am transparent and they knew why I didn't want to hear all of that bad stuff. I feel like, if I let myself, I would imagine this to be some freaking Shania Twain moment where I am the one who was right and everyone missed out. People can change, people can be different. I know that is true, but the problem is I can't inspire that change. And, without enough time having gone by, it is unlikely that anything has changed. This is a lesson I can let myself learn the difficult way, or the easy way. The easy way may not seem easy but at least it will prevent major damage. At the same time I desperately want everyone to be wrong and for me to have discovered something great, something worth fighting for.

My stomach hurts the way it used to. Is this a freaking test? And if it is, I honestly don't know if I can pass. 

I think my stomach hurts thinking about all of the damage that has been done. All the damage that can't be undone. All the damage that is possibly underway right now. Why would someone sell themselves so short?

But then again, why would I sell myself short?

Seriously, EFF my life.