Every ending carries the seed of a new beginning. Some chapters close not to break us, but to make room for something better. Just because life feels difficult today doesn’t mean it’s falling apart, sometimes it’s quietly rearranging itself into something greater...
I don’t even know what I need anymore.
I just know I’m tired of feeling emotionally unstable, tired of searching for comfort in people, tired of starting over with myself every single day.
There’s a sadness in me that doesn’t scream it just quietly stays.
I think the hardest part is that nothing is technically wrong yet something inside me feels heavy
Like I’m carrying emotions I can’t name
I miss people while they’re still here
I get attached to moments because I know they’ll pass and I grieve things before they even end