i hate hate HATE that i require so much reassurance like things could be going perfectly fine but there’s always a part of me that believes that all of it is a lie
When i feel unheard, i just stop speaking. It's not the healthiest trait but i rather reserve my energy for conversations with people who actively listen to me.
i will always be the “you could’ve just told me” kind of person.
not because i enjoy pain, but because i’ve lived long enough to know that the truth, no matter how heavy, is still kinder than being misled. i would rather feel the sting of honesty than spend nights overthinking, replaying conversations, or wondering what i did wrong. i don’t need people to protect me with silence, mixed signals, or carefully crafted lies. i just need people to be real with me