Do you really? You remembered all that but not my birthday. You heart-reacted to one of my many messages like I was a Facebook post. You paid for our dinners but expense them off like I was a business client. You started writing back only days later like I was work to you, then tell… Continue reading “I really hope you’re doing well”
Him.
I have been writing about heartbreaks because that's what I know. I lost myself trying to find the kind of love I believed my family wanted for me; when all they wanted was for me to be happy. I lost myself in others while trying to search for what’s not there in the first place;… Continue reading Him.
I don’t want it anymore
Call it self sabotage or call it trauma. Sitting in my draft, this post began when I met a man I really liked; how I had imagined the goodbye would be if he was right. Now it’s going to end referencing a different man I really like, in a calmer way. White flag, already? Someone… Continue reading I don’t want it anymore
You don’t get it
You make a big speech about love but nothing about it do you know. You tell people what you want but never exactly what you can bring to the table. “Me” you said confidently as they wonder what about you that’s worthy. You can say all you want, and sell whatever. At the end of… Continue reading You don’t get it
I’m a fraud
Some days are harder. Glass half empty, glass half full. Dreams and goals seem farther but “this would be great content” when it’s all over. “You can’t be too depressed” because nobody wants to constantly see someone so vocal about being sad. My exhaustion peaking as I draft those texts for at least an hour,… Continue reading I’m a fraud
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