The worst lies are those we tell ourselves. Like GiGi, I recite the mantra in my head lest I forget; I am the rule, not the exception. I am the rule. Not the exception.
I had just forgotten what it was like to be alone. For a brief time at least, I was the girl being envied. I was incandescently, indescribably happy. Not one week ago I had told myself how great this year was because I finally got everything I ever wanted. Such a delusional sucker.
"How do you know, when to let go? Where does the good go?"
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