i hate sympathy, it makes me feel weak.
i dont like people feeling sorry for me. treating me like i’m a piece of glass, whether i feel shattered on the inside or not.
i’d much rather empathy, where people understand how i feel, cause they’ve felt it.
my whole life i’ve only ever gotten tough love. i don’t think i’ve ever gotten a sincere “i’m proud of you” from any of the people i love the most.  and i don’t mind it, it pushes me, motivates me. i appreciate it, it’s helped me grow into the person i am.
but playing tough catches up to you sometimes. and it crushes you.
it’s like im breaking my own heart to make everybody happy, but nobody tries to do it for me. i can’t remember the last time somebody tried to do something special for me, just because.

-Miranda Elize