sometimes i think, life is strange. we move. we get tired. we feel heavy. and then, years later, we look back and say: “why didn’t i enjoy that more?” even though… back then, we were scared. scared of

sometimes i wonder why so many of us grow up believing love is supposed to be smooth. no wounds. no raised voices. no long nights filled with silence. but i’ve never really seen a relationship like that

I once sat on my bedroom floor. Back against the dresser. Lights off on purpose. Not because I was trying to be dramatic. More like… I was just tired. Scrolling. Seeing people who looked like their lives

sometimes i think about how strange it is that we can hold something so close even while it’s quietly hurting us. like… really hurting us. not in a dramatic movie way. more like a slow kind of tired. the