I love the fact that when I walk into a room, I no longer matter.
Nothing I know, think, have done or can do matters.
It doesn’t matter the type of shit I’ve been through.
Because it’s not about me.
It’s not about how I survived and not about my fight.
It’s about them.
The only thing that seems to matter is that I love it so much my heart aches.
It’s like the perfect escape.
