I don’t understand why I always feel the need to defend people no matter what they do to me. Am I naïve for trying to see the good in people? And trying to defend what small sliver of pride or virtue they might have left? Why do I always share their side behind their back, rather than saying, yes, they have wronged me? I’m tired of making these excuses on behalf of someone who’s taking out loneliness and jealousy in the worst way. They are mentally, emotionally, and truthfully sick.
Bitter.
And I’m done protecting and I’m just done caring.
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