i remember how i felt.
sore and out of place.
awkward and uncomfortable.
it was like a hot beam spotlight moment
yet also like i was in the background and didn't matter.
i remember how it felt.
younger me consoling myself.
telling myself it would be over soon.
promising myself i would never put myself in a similar situation
ever again.
biting my lip just hurt me.
sweeping things under the rug just made me feel dirty.
keeping the peace always left me hurt.
keep your promise.
prioritise me.
