I woke up this morning an’ popped out of bed feeling okay about myself and things. Expressing myself helps.
Despite what we are, I found something funny. I learned what kind of pains are good and what kind of pains are bad. And for an emotional masochist to say this, I think is very good progress. I think I’d rather be wearing stripes on my skin than what I feel inside.
Not all pains are created equal.