آسر

Maybe It Was Never Me. Sometimes I wonder why I spent so much time questioning myself. Too loud. Too quiet. Too intense. Too distant. I replayed conversations. The jokes. The silence. The change in someone's tone. Not because I was wrong, but because I was taught to look for faults in myself before I looked anywhere else. So I adjusted. Spoke less. Explained less. Took up less space. And still, people left. That's when I realized something. No matter how small you make yourself, it will never be enough for people who only appreciate you when you're convenient. I am done shrinking. Done reshaping myself to fit places that were never built for me. Not everyone will like me. Not everyone will choose me. That's their choice. But I refuse to carry the weight of every goodbye as if it is proof that something is wrong with me. I know who I am. I know what I bring. And I won't trade my voice, my mind, or my presence just to make someone comfortable

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster And if you gaze long enough into an abyss the abyss will gaze back into you"