Sometimes all you can feel is tiredness. Not sadness, not anger, not even disappointment, just a deep exhaustion that settles into everything you do. You get tired of thinking, explaining, trying, hoping, and pretending you have the energy to care. Sometimes you don’t need advice or answers. You just need to rest, breathe, and exist for a while without having to be anything for anyone.
maybe the deepest wounds aren't always the ones people can see. sometimes they're the quiet ones that teach your heart how to keep going even when no one knows you're hurting.
Maybe this is what spending my twenties is supposed to feel like — random plans, late-night drives, singing and dancing in the car, laughing over the most pointless things, making a whole program out of absolutely nothing, and being around people who make me genuinely happy❣️