I’m mercurial, a paradox. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I haven’t figured myself out, there’s no way anyone else has. 🤷🏽♀️💜🧚🏽♀️🧜🏽♀️🇵🇷 (She/Her)
The real danger isn’t the crash itself it’s the silence before it. When someone stops justifying, explaining, or warning, that’s when the storm has already formed. A true crash out isn’t impulsive, it’s a slow burn that finally hits ignition. By the time anyone realizes, the damage is already written in stone.
No longer worried about maintaining friendships. I planned brunch at my house (pancakes & mimosas & fruit & coffee). Friends confirmed their times of arrival but day of, I heard absolutely nothing. And the hang out never happened. It’s not that I’m done, it’s just that I’m tired.