I keep thinking, it’s like they took my life from me. It’s more like a kid getting cancer. He has to stop living his childhood and take on this fight.
Or an eighteen year old who has to stop being an eighteen year old and take on this fight. They win the fight, sure, but still have to face the loss. In order to save their confidence they then take pride in the fact that they’re a fighter.
Fighters don’t have issues with self esteem.
Flat out.
Maybe.
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I cried, driving home from working on the Jeep with W___, because I didn’t know about universality. I identified wholly with my own horrific story, and in the face of his good, loving life, tears whelmed up.
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There used to be a time when girls were pretty and that was all that mattered.
You know, when I was, like, seven.
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