Sad

But, you know, um, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think

• Your love for someone doesn’t guarantee they’ll return it.

A rush of racing thoughts is overwhelming me. I drift away in the slightest discomfort. I feel myself disappearing into a hole of paranoia. I feel stuck. I am stuck. And there is no way to escape through murk. In this moment, I wanna peel off all my skin to the bone. I long to be seen. I care to be heard. I ache to be voiced. I yearn to be expressed thoroughly. With this I stay within uncertainty, intertwined and wavering, mourning memories.

she never really quits she just says she did