How are you upset that I distanced myself, but not upset enough to reflect on the behavior I already told you was hurting me? I didn’t pull away for no reason I got tired of explaining the same pain and watching nothing change.
One of the most beautiful things you'll ever witness is karma finally showing up at the door of somebody who thought they'd gotten away with doing you dirty.
Sometimes i feel like i’m not really living, just existing. Floating through days i can’t remember, waiting for something to change but too drained to do anything. Depression took my joy, anxiety stole my peace. What’s left feels more like a shadow than me.