There, I’ve said. I just had to write it down so I can move on.
You know the feeling when you’re expecting something bad to happen and you use up your energy preparing yourself for the worst.
Then it comes and you realize, no matter how hard you braced yourself for the impact, it still hurt like hell.
That’s how I feel. I’m not a saint. I get hurt. I smile, yes, but I hurt. You just don’t get to see it.