suddenly i don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because i always yearned for someone to understand my soul.

i carry a lot in my head and sometimes it’s not the situation, it’s how long i’ve been holding it in.

sometimes I look back and think "how did I survive all of that?"

I'm gonna be survive I believe in my self

i’m not even sad i’m just full of unsaid things and memories i didn’t ask for

the saddest thing is when disappointment starts feeling normal

I always feel so bad after oversharing thing with people like could you please delete that from your memory and pretend you never heard anything

“i’ll take care of you” will be one of the most gentlest things someone can say to you

Oh to be someone's first choice.