My fault

I hate it when people act as if it is my fault.

I hate even more when, even for brief minutes, I believe it was indeed my fault and I start overcompensating for it.

But I love awareness. That new feeling that makes me stop, take notice and not give a fuck anymore. It was not my fault, but even if it was, nobody has the right to make me feel bad about it. 

Also love therapy, books, new beginnings and myself. Especially myself.