sister, sister
My personality has never been fixed. It shifts, recalibrates, and settles into different versions of itself depending on what is required of it. At my core, I oscillate between confrontation and avoidance. I become confrontational when there is something left to defend- my pride, my sense of self, my sanity. I become avoidant when I no longer feel invested; when it feels as though there is nothing left to salvage. Especially when revisiting something feels less like resolution and more like repetition. The fact of the matter is simple: you hurt me. You have been hurting me. The worst part is that you continuously refuse to accept it. Ten years . It should carry a certain weight; a certain ease. And yet, somewhere along the way, being around you began to feel like something I had to prepare for: an exam I could never pass. I cannot pinpoint the exact moment things shifted. It did not happen all at once. It rarely does. The shift was gradual and almost unremarkable, i...