You’ll never understand the damage you did treating me so badly. I tried hard to measure up to what you wanted, but it was never enough. I realize now it was only a projection of your thoughts about yourself on me. You couldn’t love me because you hate yourself. W.E.

There is no beauty in sadness.
No honor in suffering.
No growth in fear.
No relief in hate.
It’s just a waste
of perfectly good happiness.
Katerina Stoykova Klemer