I'm a lot of different things, I said.
And then he told me that it wouldn't change a thing unless it made me feel better..
The truth is that it made me feel worse.
Why we spend so much energy worrying about what other people think of us is beyond my
understanding. When someone doesn't listen we fight to make them see. When they don't
believe we yearn to prove that we're capable.
I'm still fighting with myself over spilt milk and the possibility that I didn't present my
truest, greatest self.
It would be easier if he just saw the difference.
But it would be wiser to not care.