Take me to hands that know how to hold me, to words that were only ever meant for me.

I want more for myself. I deserve more for myself.

A hug so deep it touches the soul

my whole life is just “oh ok”

“are you ok?” no but I’m funny

humans can be museums too, filled with history they can no longer touch

there is honestly no reason to lie to me. I’m too understanding. I get shit. I get life. I know that shit happens. just be straight up w me

peace sometimes requires disappointing people who are accustomed to your availability

Why do I always have to be the understanding one?

it takes effort to be in someone’s life

No one understands how lonely it gets when you’re always crying to yourself and carrying weight that was never yours to bear.

They're not too busy, you're just not a priority.