Seeing myself so harshly in this book and I’m crying and also weeping
“I was a woman capable of terrible spite and brutal jealousy. Once formed, my opinions set like concrete begging for a sledgehammer. A woman who loved reluctantly, and then deeply.
I wanted to be known, but accidentally,….
I was a woman who was tired of herself
and the places she had been.”
— Sep 01, 2025 11:09PM
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