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i don't care who i lose, as long as it's not myself again.

you don't get to move on from whatever it is you did, until you face what's dragging you back.

the part nobody talks about is how lonely it feels to be surrounded by people who only know the version of you that holds it together.

feels good to be back

real love feels steady, grounded, and supportive, not confusing or draining.

mastering detachment while craving connection, is a whole new level of hurt.

love isn’t supposed to feel like waiting in line hoping you’re picked.

they stab you and pretend they are the one bleeding.

i gotta start setting boundaries, because everybody want a part of me, not a piece of me.

no more words at this point. it's "never again" for a lot of things.

being alone is a power very few can handle.