They didn’t want me.
They wanted what belonged to me.
And if they believed I was about to beg for scraps of my own existence—
They clearly had never seen who I became when I stopped trying to be agreeable.
I reached for the pen.
Stories, health tips, and curious facts made simple.
They didn’t want me.
They wanted what belonged to me.
And if they believed I was about to beg for scraps of my own existence—
They clearly had never seen who I became when I stopped trying to be agreeable.
I reached for the pen.