I’m very heavy on reciprocation. you reach out, I reach out. you’re distant, I’m distant. you check on me, I check on you. you’re inconsistent with me, so am i. you spoil me, i spoil you. I will not overplay my part. I deal with people exactly how they deal with me.
The final stage of healing is becoming a fucking weirdo again. Where you’re so powerful and so free inside yourself you just don’t give a shit. It’s all art. It’s all life. It’s all beautiful. That’s the fucking point.
One of the loneliest experiences in the world is trying to explain your feelings to someone who has already decided they're not interested in hearing them. You speak carefully. You try to be fair. You try not to accuse. But the whole time you can feel that the conversation ended before it even began.
i'm finally coming to peace with the fact that you can't keep tripping over what you can't control, all you can do is stay solid on your end. Everyone gonna do what they want regardless of your feelings. Don't lose your mind tryna figure out where you went wrong.
Being an understanding person is the worst kind of thing ever, you have to understand people's situations, their problems and traumas but when it comes to you, you will scream alone and will absolutely fight alone, no one will ever bother themselves to check up on you
Love after 25 is different. You’re not looking for sparks. You’re looking for stability, kindness and shared goals. You’ve outgrown games and butterflies. You’re craving peace, emotional safety, and someone whose future aligns with yours.
when i'm mad from my perspective but i can also see their perspective so now i’m carrying double the emotional weight and being eaten away by my anger and empathy
you can't teach CONSIDERATION. it’s either a person NATURALLY thinks about you and how something will affect your feelings, your comfort, your safety, your peace of mind, and your heart or they DON'T.
Just detach. Let it end. Accept whatever life brings your way. Not everything is meant to last, and not every story gets a happy ending. Loosen your grip. Stop forcing what no longer fits. Make peace with what’s over and allow yourself to breathe again.
“kids these days don’t know any real life skills.”
— the same generation of boomers that removed wood shop, auto shop, home economics, and finance classes from schools and replaced them with standardized testing
I don’t think people realise how many “functioning” suicidal people they’ve met, people still go to work, still joke, still pay bills. The human mind is capable of hiding extraordinary pain.