crumbling rock.

Compared to this time a year ago, I am in a much better place. I have higher self-esteem and am more comfortable in my skin (which may be due to losing weight?) Most importantly, I have learned to keep my emotions in check; I have become a rock of sorts, staying strong for my family and for myself.

Tonight, however, I feel like saying, "Fuck that!"

I am soooo tired of holding everything inside.

I have enjoyed becoming the comforter and the confidant. I keep my problems on the back burner so that my friends have the freedom to bring their burdens to me, without having to worry about my own fragile status.

But, the thing is... I am fragile.

I hate myself for that.