my patience is GONE. i don’t want to explain myself twice, ask for the same thing twice or tolerate something that already irritated me the first time.
that girl that commented “it only has to make sense to me” ate that shit up sm bc I live by that now like no it literally only has to make sense to me & me only
is anyone else feeling like this year aged them emotionally by like 10 years? the shit you’ve had to process, the people you’ve lost, the things you’ve learned. i feel like i’ve outgrown multiple versions of myself. i swear i’m not the same person i was in january
I also think we're uncomfortable w/ the possibility that suffering can fundamentally change someone w/o making them wiser, kinder, or stronger. We want trauma to produce some compensating benefit so the suffering was “worth it,” but unfortunately that’s not always the case