Insecure people see others’ ambitions as a reflection of their own lack of action and make it their mission to diminish them. It’s so important to surround yourself with people who celebrate you.
It’d have to be bbhat if I didn’t love you
secause it’s been so good
tending me into spasmatic ecstasy
whrough the four walls
chere your voice reverberates
hamber
Having to share a bedroom means there’s almost never a moment when I can truly be alone and recharge. And I’ve realized that I don’t want to keep ignoring how that makes me feel just because my current situation is supposed to be temporary.
It wants me real, but flawless. How many versions of myself have I uploaded? Each one a polished prayer, a vulnerable dare, hoping for a witness, a digital Amen. And the 'real me'? She's buried under bytes, a low-battery hum, waiting for the lights to dim. This hunger.