I have always used tumblr as a safe vent space. I haven’t needed it in a long while. Honestly when my posts pop up I think I subconsciously use it as a practice of empathy. I cringe and think “if only I knew then what I know now”. That being said:
Dear Future Me (probably on Timehop),
Dude this sucks.. I feel so helpless. I have made an entire living on being helpful but when helpful turns to helpless I feel hopeless. I hope you have drawn tighter boundaries and remember to only feel /your/ emotions.
This all feels like a bad dream and I hope that I wake up from it but I doubt I will.
Grieving someone who is still alive is a pain I do not wish upon anyone. Everyone around me is so confident that things will get better or go back to normal but as confident as they are, I’m equally confident that instead of “getting better” this will just be my new normal.
I think breaking up whether romantic or platonic hurts equally as bad.
I’m sure there is a quote about how you don’t need to always have your story heard or even told. Somebody wiser than me can feel complacent with just simply knowing the truth and not feeling the need to scream my truth from the rooftops. I feel like what I have to say hasn’t been said loud enough I don’t feel heard.
