Once open, now closed. Unsolicited advice does more than you think.
Why am I private? Your opinions. Your advice. Your expectations.
I no longer share. It’s not a choice. Just that I’ve nothing left to give.
Self-preservation: The changes we make despite the pain we inflict.
I don’t bother with people so their opinions rarely bother me.
You knew me enough to say something. I cared too little to listen.
I’m really great at nodding. I’m also really great at not giving a fuck.
Your embarrassment is high, like your raised glass to things I never did.
When your loved one makes a toast to things you haven’t accomplished: Cheers! To saving face. I’m OK with who I am, but clearly you’re not.
You belittle me so you feel like you relate. Don’t think I don’t know.