i, thy daughter

I hope you find your way back to yourself. to the version of you that you miss, to a version of you that you recognize and identify with. I hope you meet happy again.

For the sake of your mental health, let people think what they want. Their fiction is not your truth.

I never thought me growing would mean leaving behind people I thought I loved.

for once, i don’t want almosts or maybes or something temporary. i want to know what it feels like to be chosen without hesitation, to be someone people stay for, not just someone they want for a moment, to be loved in a way that doesn’t make me question it, not even once

being able to retain your childlike joy is a true divine gift. never let the wrld rob you of it.

healed enough to close the door, but human enough to still look at it sometimes