“She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.”
You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.
Let’s go home, they said.
~ 1 hour later ~
LOVE Japanese food puns. (See more here.)
I refuse to sink back into the whirlpool that I fought years to escape from. I’m finally okay and I can’t let this slip away from me.