if love ever finds me again, may the universe let me meet someone who loves me as deep as i do. Someone who is never okay with hurting me. Someone who is loyal, kind & devoted. Someone who will never make me feel unwanted, someone who feels like home & also finds home in me.
A lot of mischaracterization is really just accountability avoidance. Some people need you to be “the problem” so they can justify their behavior. And sometimes people intentionally mischaracterize you bc it’s easier for them to talk about to other people.
I think one of the saddest things about me is how long I can carry emotional pain without anybody noticing.I will still laugh. Still answer texts.Still show up.Still make people feel loved. All while quietly falling apart in ways nobody thinks to ask about.
Took me a lil minute to peep what really make me crash out. It ain’t stress. It ain’t bills. It’s when somebody think they can play in my face. I be cool, vibing, laughing, solid as they come. But the second I catch that slick, fake, sneaky energy, Yeah… it’s up 🤧🤷🏽♀️
I don't think I'm healing. I think I'm just learning how to carry pain without spilling it. Everyone calls it strength, but really, it's just silence , I laugh, I smile, I show up but inside, half of me is already gone.