So many of them, but i kept buying more anyway. All these things, they are not gift, not memories, but perhaps i'll keep it forever. Because its a connection to you. A connection that im afraid making real, something i onky feel safe inside myself, where nothing can change.
I was cleaning my home because im moving out next week. Then i found them, things from you that i always keep, and things from me that i bought for you. yes, it is for you but i never give it to you. Because im afraid, afraid if it would change things between us.
I wore a mask so tight it tore my skin from the inside. I said im fine while inside me was dying.
Dont call that strength. That wasnt strength.
That was me dragging my mind. That was desperate survival. And I barely made it.
You keep saying i handled it well, but you have no idea what was actually happening inside me. I didnt handle anything, i went insane and broken. Quietly. Violently. In ways you will never see. I spiraled, i drowned, i lost pieces of myself i still havent gotten back.
I get nothing but ache and despair. Where do i belong? Is there even a place for me anywhere? And yet… i still want you. I cant stop. I cant let go. I cant escape this pull, this need, this hunger that eats at me every second.
Why do i keep doing this to myself? keep giving everything, my time, my energy, my care, my heart, when it never matters?
Why does it always feel like im invisible to you, like i dont exist, like im only wanted when its convenient for you, only useful when you have nobody else?
Why am i like this? Why do i feel so powerless, so desperate, so hollow? Why does it hurt so much to care, to want, to feel? Why do i keep choosing you, Why… why… why?
The strategy 101:
Pretend you dont know, watch them stress. People love it.
Fake unpredictability is the secret ingredient, everyone else thinks it’s genius.
Be mysterious, basically just fake tension for fun.