Sometimes, you fight for something when it'd be easier to give up and accept what's being forced upon you.

Sometimes you decide that something is worth fighting for, whatever the price it comes at.

I chose the latter a few months ago and it has cost me many depressive moods and sleepless nights. I'm proud I managed to stand my ground against someone who knows exactly what to say to get past every defense I can muster around myself. Now the reason I did all this seems to have betrayed itself and I'm left just wondering.