What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all the leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?
this is why women need feminism that fights for safety, equal rights, education, fair treatment, and freedom from abuse not the performative internet versions people turn into trends and pointless debates while actual issues still exist
Yk that feeling when you’re right, telling the truth, but circumstances and vile people twist everything and everyone believes them while you just stand there with a full heart, knowing this wasn’t supposed to happen.