looking for the greener grass on the other
side. You don’t have to risk getting hurt
by being vulnerable. You get to complain
about always being single and get
sympathy. You get the whole bed to
yourself, never have to compromise, and
don’t have to shave unless it’s summer.
We don’t realize it, but we’re making
the perks we get from perpetuating our
stories more important than getting the
things we really want because it’s
familiar territory, it’s what we’re comfy
with and we’re scared to let it go. If
we’ve been depressed or victimized or
whatever since childhood, we trick
ourselves into believing that it’s really
who we are as adults in order to