Sunday, 3rd May, 2026
Somewhere in my thoughts
I don’t know if it’s a good idea to bleed on this paper, but I think I have to. It might be the only way of letting go.
Today, on this Sunday, I have decided to choose myself. In some situations, all we can do is step back.
Why is it that every time I open up, I end up being hurt? This time I met him and thought, no… maybe this time will be different. Maybe he will never hurt me.
But here I am — on the floor, crying, unable to breathe, trying to imagine a life without him and failing.
I never thought choosing myself would hurt this much.
— Letters by Wanjiru 🌷
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:48 PM UTC
Sunday, 3rd May, 2026
Somewhere in my thoughts
I don’t know if it’s a good idea to bleed on this paper, but I think I have to. It might be the only way of letting go.
Today, on this Sunday, I have decided to choose myself. In some situations, all we can do is step back.
Why is it that every time I open up, I end up being hurt? This time I met him and thought, no… maybe this time will be different. Maybe he will never hurt me.
But here I am — on the floor, crying, unable to breathe, trying to imagine a life without him and failing.
I never thought choosing myself would hurt this much.
— Letters by Wanjiru 🌷