I have come a long way with my personal growth/self-development, to the point that I don’t even know who I used to be. When I hear stories, I completely forget it happened and feel like it is just a story, something made up. Is it that im so content with who I am now that the memories have faded due to the lack of alignment, or was it the number of drugs I poisoned my body with, frying my brain? I don’t know, but I do know that I hold no attachment to my mistakes, I hold no attachment to the negativity that flooded my thoughts and everything around me, and I have no attachment to what wronged me. But I do keep an attachment to the fear of letting people in, the fear of vulnerability and allowing someone to have my heart.
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Chelsie Breanne 