i hate that somewhere deep in my subconscious i’ll always hope that my birthday will be this wonderful event where i feel cherished and celebrated by all my loved ones, even though that has never happened.
reality is i’m too scared of asking people to make time for me ever
so cruel yet so fascinating how you'll have to literally rewire your brain after a certain event while the other person goes on to live their life completely unaffected
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