Something To Believe In

i cannot get mad at myself for not being good at answering texts and dms n emails n returning phone calls when i know in my heart that human beings were never meant to receive this much correspondence. even half as much would make you a busy person. like its ridiculous what we’re all doing to each other. smash your phones

I harbored so much hate for you in my heart for so long. Now I don’t. It’s gone. But have I in fact healed from what you did? Or is that only because others have taken your place as hurters of my heart? Do I just have the energy for one person to hurt me at a time, and it’s no longer your turn?

Your future needs you. Your past doesn’t.

shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode