"To die would be an awfully big adventure."

I’m tired.

I’m tired of men being inconsistent.

Of empty promises.

Of admirations without consistency and conviction.

Of being not enough and too much.

I’m tired of loving fiercely with no one to match my flames. Of the constant kindling of men lighting their fires from my flames just to take and leave me smaller than I was.

I’m a lover and a fighter. I’ll fight for what I love (shoutout Russ)

But I’m tired of the fight being one sided. I’m tired of being strong and having to become stronger.

Always lusted never loved.

I know there’s men capable. There’s men who still write letters. Still write songs about the women they love. And poems. And will nurture them and be kind and gentle. So I believe it’s possible but I’m so tired of being taken for granted or used or whatever tf men do nowadays.

It’s nauseating and tiring and REALLY hard keeping my faith that good will come.