“We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans - because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That's why we paint, that's why we dare to love someone - because we have the impulse to explain who we are.”
― Maya Angelou
Why do we stay with toxic people?
Everything is so fucking bad....
Who knows?
I am such an ass.
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