Most of us, at some point, have been hurt. Someone said something about a part of us that we were already insecure about. Someone stepped all over us to make themselves feel better. Someone just didn't understand, and no matter how much we tried to tell them to stop--because listening to their words felt like they were pouring acid into our lungs--no matter just how much we tried to shield ourselves, they always managed to wriggle their way back into us.
Most of us, at some point, have cried in a corner, too ashamed to tell anyone.
Most of us, at some point, have cried in a corner, too ashamed to tell anyone.