I guess it's because my interior is so vulnerable, that I deflect, deny, argue. Because when I'm wrong, it hurts in places I never knew existed. When I get cut down, I break down. When my work is belittled, I start believing that I'm useless, too.
I'm sad that I have to look for appreciation and understanding from people who don't mean as much to me as you.
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You're not alone. This type of thing has been grieving me a lot lately.
May Allah help us. Ameen.
take comfort in the fact that it could always be worse!
Whose you? Like... me?
Honestly, I thought I was reading a poem for a second there. Deep thoughts girl, deep thoughts.
-Cushions
Have faith, child, for salvation is near. :)
oh shut it.
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