Sad

If you can’t give me just one hour out of your twenty four, I understand. If you can’t love me in a way that leaves no room for doubt in your heart, I understand. If you can’t set aside even one day to see me, even from afar, even for a few seconds, I understand. If you can’t be there for me on my bad days and your absence always feels obvious, I understand. If you can’t make even a small place for me in your life, I understand. But there’s one thing. After all of this, you might not see my love anymore, and I may treat you like a stranger. And this time, I hope you understand me too.

I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK

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