you walk through the noise of the afternoon pretending it isn't there, smiling when you're supposed to, holding your breath in crowded rooms. but then the sun goes down. the house goes quiet, the notifications stop, and the armor finally slips.
Why did I think that porting over my tumblr writing into Ellipsus to "lightly edit" them into proper fics would go any better than "oh this will be like 5k words max" haircut WIP ๐
I set a boundary that he cannot text me after nine. I set a boundary that she has to stop bringing this up. I set a boundary that they need to respect my time. Those are not boundaries. Those are rules for other people.
Need to restrict myself from my phone during my luteal phase bc comparing myself constantly is damaging my brainnnnn like I usually donโt, I donโt care enough but this phase. THIS PHASE MAKES ME GO CRAZY.