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.
My needs are already fully met as a single person actually so a relationship is either going to add to more life or I’m not getting in one at all and I think that’s what y’all don’t comprehend
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