I’m not perfect.
This is not a newsflash or an epiphany. It’s just truth. And sometimes, well sometimes, the truth can pierce even the strongest armor.
So excuse me while I figure out how to mend the tear.
“I don’t know what I’ve done/Or if I like what I’ve begun/But something told me to run/And honey you know me it’s all or none/There were sounds in my head/Little voices whispering/That I should go and this should end/Oh and I found myself listening. . .” -Where I Stood, Missy Higgins