You can't fight who you are, so why try? Why curse what can't be changed? The sooner you can accept that you never were a match to your desires, the easier you can let them go, and the easier your life, and your lies. will become.
That's how it works right?
It's simple. I understand it. I've understood it ever since I was a little girl. But I've come to know that simple doesn't mean easy.
When you love something so much that you can't get enough of it, but in the getting of it you lose something else you love, you start to hate, not what you've become, but what you've always been. When the one thing that's keeping you alive, that's bringing you joy, is the same thing that kills who you desire to be, the same thing that brings you anguish, something has to give.
Me, or that which I love.