I look back and feel sorry for myself for not having the courage then to put up with everything falling apart. I wanted to scream. Run away. I wanted to just lay down and watch the world spin, yet I had to put on a mask and pretend things are going fine. I had to continue functioning with a lump in my throat and a heavy heart. I would've screamed. I would've run away.
Now, I know better. Some battles really aren't worth the fight—and losing them is perfectly alright.

Reposted from skydelan