Indigo
No matter how strong and independent I appear outside, that broken little girl has to learn to pick herself up and never rely on anyone else. That has been my life since I was eight, when I was told my parents were gone. My aunt was great, but it wasn’t the same as having my mom and dad around.
I felt all those familiar feelings welling up again yesterday when I was in the office with my mates. Everything reminded me of how inadequate I am, how I must be careful not to burden others, trying to do everything myself to ensure I don’t add any extra weight to someone’s shoulders. But why does it feel like no matter what I do, every day is a struggle? It seems like whoever is in charge of ensuring I don’t make stupid decisions should be fired.
I knew that telling Dane would res
