My era rn is uncategorizable. The the way I am living is unheard of

i imagine not even most serious mystics could know what it’s like the way my life is living

my friend is very confident and free and i always want to know how she does it so once i asked her and she just said “the only difference between me and you is that when people treat you badly you think it’s because there’s something wrong with you but when people treat me badly i think there’s something wrong with them.” scalped

Lately I have been passing days not living them

my trauma didn’t make me stronger it made me addicted to escapism and terrified of facing reality

My problem is I never healed I just kept going

my parents were like im going to make a daughter that is so beyond help

forever proud of girls that go from fragile and insecure to confident and strong

ain’t nobody driving me crazy in 2022. I’M THE DRIVER NOW. buckle up bitch

i feel like i’m on autopilot i genuinely don’t feel alive

loving someone takes more than just love

[text id: "Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red." end id]