Charlotte ErikssonI am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything, at any time, and I am not your fault.
About This Quote
This quote takes a break from the usual, “I am not ‘your’ anything. Instead, it is a declaration that although you may have been hurt in the past, the best thing you can do for yourself is to move forward and accept that you are not to blame for anything that has happened.
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