For the first time you find yourself spending Sunday alone. You tell yourself that it is alright, that this is simply a rite of passage that you will ultimately get used to. Yet deep down you know you are far from alright. There is this lingering tinge of pain; your heart wrenches uncontrollably every other minute as your mind wander off. You find yourself walking over to your phone every now and then to check if there are any messages no matter how hard you try to preoccupy yourself. Even when you have chucked it into the deepest corner of your wardrobe you dig it out time after time. You are certain a miracle will happen. Then you sniggered. You know you are chiding yourself, yet you chide yourself nonetheless.
Stop.
Stop this self-deprivation. Stop this ridiculing of yourself. Stop stooping so low and making yourself so cheap and desperate. Stop this nonsensical trouncing of your dignity. You deserve better. And you need to acknowledge that you are much better than what you are being thought of. Get over it, move on.
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