‌‌ ‌Quietude

‌ ‌I don't miss those people. I just miss the memories. The people were never the point anyway.

‌ ‌‌Time doesn't wait for anyone, but it sure as hell knows how to make you wait for everything.

‌ ‌I wish I could trap some moments in time, keep them frozen exactly where they are, before they slip away.

‌ ‌Me when that overthinking was right:

Me when that overthinking was right:

‌ ‌That's when I knew I'd lost, when I noticed how my energy kept draining, day by day, until I couldn't even recognize myself.

‌ ‌And you know damn well that trusting that person again is like stepping into a trap you have already been caught in before.

‌ ‌We've all heard 'never trust anyone.' But no one ever mentions the silent war of standing between trust and madness, where you lose either way.

‌ ‌I stopped explaining myself when I realized they only heard what they wanted to.

‌ ‌I stayed so long that I forgot leaving was even an option.

‌ ‌The saddest part? I knew better. I just hoped I was wrong.