For many life is a road. For me it’s one lily pad to another. Maybe I fall into the water and the only way back is another lily pad. Maybe I stay in a lily pad for too long it starts to break into pieces. Or maybe someone or something took my lily pad and I have no choice but to go to another one. This is how I deal with being in a lily pad.
No thoughts are the same. No person is the same. No one decides who you are, but yourself. Even when times are really bad.
This is really just a vent of how much guilt I’ve been holding and how I don’t want a fairytale ending.