Found:
"Lost and confused."
That's how he described me. He's not wrong. He's not entirely right either, but he's still not wrong.
"You know where I'll be when you've decided."
But I already have. A part of me knew that but continued to fight it anyway; the last hopeless skirmish of a long since lost war.
"You're too hard on yourself."
Maybe she's right. I am my own worst enemy. Maybe I should be kinder to me.
I've done bad things, stupid things, thoughtless things. But I've also done good things, haven't I? I have. I rarely let people see that side of me, but I know it's there.
I've proven the lessons of my youth wrong again and again and again. I am strong. I am worth something. I am more than your spite and bile. I am more than the way I was treated back then. I am more than the words I heard. I am everything that I have done, good or ill. I am the sum of the parts, the reactions to my experiences, the one who will overcome.
I am... also in need of some help to paint this house.
