Overextending yourself for people and making their emergencies your own emergency doesn’t make you more loved; it makes you more used. Trust me, they’d be fine without you. Being kind is powerful. Being kind without boundaries is exhausting.
I’m so talked out, im not addressing anything anymore. The answers you want are always in people’s actions. I no longer want an explanation as to why people chose to be weird when it comes to me. Your actions were enough for me to realize you’re not who I THOUGHT you were
No revenge. I want you to remember that I was real with you the whole time. My intentions were genuine, my feelings were honest and my care was never fake. I may not have been perfect, but I never pretended to be something I wasn't. When everything else fades, I hope you remember that what gave you was real.
An apology to my friends. I’m sorry if I don’t reach out anymore. I’m fighting for my life every day, second-guessing my career, doubting my life choices, scrolling through social media, and sleeping whenever I get free time just to escape reality.