truth and measure

Mood: tired & cranky (after good food, pre-early night = rest)

It is remarkable how hard it is to get a measure of oneself. I fight with my boyfriend, and then look at words I’ve spoken and they are such strange creatures. So hard to find the truth, as opposed to cherry-picked fragments of it that make me right, that make me look good.

The only saving grace is, he struggles too.

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