There’s still more voids to fill.
I’m still triggered by little things. Like when a guy says he’ll call me back and doesn’t. Or Me always assuming a guys lying to prevent myself from getting hurt. I can’t blame it on the past anymore. I allowed myself to break, m now I’m finding hard to find all the little tiny pieces that hold me together. One quake and I start to break apart again. I want to be happy but I still have voids to fill. I never understood my depth until I had to pour into myself. I’ve been pouring for almost 5 years now. I’m not even half way full yet.