Indigo
I walked away from Cedar, frustration welling inside me. The judgment and criticism from others never seemed to end. People were quick to point out my flaws and mistakes but rarely took responsibility for their actions that may have contributed to my behavior. It was exasperating to constantly bear the weight of their judgment without acknowledging their part in shaping me. It was easy for them to cast blame, yet challenging for them to reflect upon their influence. I muttered to myself, finding solace in releasing my thoughts, knowing I couldn’t depend on anyone.
I sat in my room, ready to set up my new phone, and a wave of frustration washed over me. I checked my voicemail and saw it was filled with messages from my so-called mates, and my text messages were too numerous to
