Real pain is sitting down and crying about yourself, about your life, about how everything just doesn’t feel okay anymore. It’s not always about one person or one specific thing. Sometimes it’s the weight of everything piling up at once, the exhaustion, the disappointment, the things you never say, and the version of yourself you barely recognize anymore. You cry because you’re tired of pretending you’re fine, and for a moment, there’s nothing left to do but let yourself feel it all.
Little miss acts like she's a strong independent woman who doesn't need anyone, but deep inside, is a huge hopeless romantic that just wants to be loved genuinely and treated right and not get hurt.
I don't need constant attention, I want intentional attention. There's a huge difference between someone being available all day and someone making sure you feel important even when life gets busy.
Twitter is really where I come to get shit off my chest, vent, talk to myself, and say whatever tf is on my mind. 😭😂 This shit cheaper than therapy, and y’all are the unpaid therapists. 😭🤣