once you betray me, you lose that version you once had of me forever. whether i choose to forgive you or not, you'll never get that same me again and it's not even intentional.. my heart won't love you the same, my soul would tolerate you the same & my mind won't ever forget it.
i'm sick from exposing myself to blue light information overload all day but i need to scroll the infinite collective consciousness for five more minutes to find the divine light of truth before i go to bed. and if i don't find it in five minutes i'll need five more
Ironically, red flags can feel like love to trauma survivors. Someone being controlling can feel like affection. Someone love bombing them can feel good after a lifetime of neglect. Someone who’s quick to anger can be seen as “passionate.”