The Truth Hurts

So, my BFF is writing a song about me. She’s a musician, vocalist. She showed me the lyrics and the song. While dying on the inside, I praised her work (it really is good). I retreated to my bedroom and I cried. Everything she wrote hit me in the gut.

So, I cried. A lot. Then I napped. Woke up still feeling miserable. Her song just reminded me that I’m broken and I don’t know that I’ll ever feel right.