At first, I was happy about the idea and actually supported it. I didn’t mind at all about the plan that was concocted because I knew it meant nothing. I knew what was mine and I wasn’t worried about losing anything at all, but things changed once details were given about the plan. My chest constricted, and I wanted to be elsewhere but that place. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before tears came crashing down, but I didn’t let it happen. Instead, I put my walls back up and plastered a smile on my face; I was not gonna cave in to my weakness again, I was ready to put on a show like everything was okay. But nothing was okay; I was dying on the inside knowing that the same plan will never be done for me.
Maybe I’m just being selfish..