That’s the cruelest part: the knowing . The slow walk toward a decision already made, watching from the bleachers as I sabotage the finish line. I could feel it coming — the small surrender, the comfortable lie dressed as self-compassion.
“I cheated myself, like I knew I would.” i cheated myself like i knew i would lyrics
And still, I let it happen. Because failing a test I never studied for is easier than admitting I was afraid to try. Because betraying my own word feels safer than the silence that follows a kept one. That’s the cruelest part: the knowing