Nothing ever feels mutual when it comes to me.
I’m always the one who stays longer, loves harder, gives more, forgives faster, and somehow ends up carrying the pain alone in the end.
sometimes I wonder what it feels like to truly live instead of just survive. to wake up without already feeling behind. to breathe without carrying the weight of yesterday, and to exist without constantly fearing what might go wrong
and it breaks your heart again, after your heart was so broken that you thought it could never get any more broken. you thought it was safe. but it still somehow finds a new way to break.