I am fallible. I have caused harm in the past. I’m not perfect & have fucked up. I keep myself accountable & move forward trying to do better with the knowledge I have that I wasn’t mindful of before.
I no longer want to aim for “safety,” not in bookish spaces & not in any relationship. Safe spaces leave me feeling depleted, unheard, dismissed, & invalid…
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