They can't hurt you unless you let them. When you let them hurt you, It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it, then your life isn't your own anymore. It takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness. It turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Then you need someone to be there 100% of the time. You think that's love. It's not love - it's babysitting. And after a while, When you can't remember why you're hurt, that's when you're healed.
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ואני לא כתבתי את זה, אני פשוט לקחתי ציטוטים שראיתי וחיברתי ביניהם, תודו שזה יפה, אבל קצת עצוב. |:
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