My life feels a little bit like a movie these days. Like these things don't happen in real life. Except it did.
And right now I'm learning how to be as strong as how the main characters usually are and just man up. Even though I'm manning up and facing consequences of actions that aren't even my own. I'm the one who lives with the shame.
Nobody sees me crying in my bathroom. All anyone sees is the red A embroidered on all of my wardrobe.