I had manners. I was fairly attractive. I was funny. My life fell apart when I was diagnosed with stupid fucking breast cancer. I don't give a fuck if I have manners, my looks were destroyed. I lost my sense of humor.
Ive never really thought of it this way. When people ask what it means to be a true friend I always think If thats the case, youre wasting time having fake friends and surely thats stupid but I see the point in this. Good to keep reminding myself.
” When another person makes you suffer, it is because he/she suffers deeply within self, and his/her suffering is spilling over. He/she does not need punishment; He/she needs HELP. _Thich Naht Hanh” Ooh but he/she can make it hard to want to help.