“They scratch. They tear. They stab. Bullet holes sporadically spread. Was it naivety or ignorance? We will never know. Yet the scars remain.”

YES!, IVE BEEN LONGING TO READ SOMETHING LIKE THIS ON SUBSTACK, I APPRECIATE THAT SUCH A POST EXISTS.

its beautiful, and i can relate, a lot.

I’m a social chameleon and its hard for me to break connections, even if there’s a friend that takes advantage of me or someone who only talks to me to dump all their trauma, i listen, because i dont have the energy to say something back.

But i believe that someday, this will all be paid back, ill get someone who could ask me for my opinions too, though right now, i guess im too tired to paint anything on my own canvas and, so have given the brush entirely to everyone else…