yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream

stop being hard on yourself and start blaming everything on someone you don’t like

i’m not cold, i’m just exhausted from trying to explain a nervous system that only speaks in damage

i don’t even dream big anymore i just hope nothing gets worse

healing feels suspicious, like someone moved the landmines but won't say where

been sleeping on one side of the bed like i’m saving space for a ghost

sometimes “i’m busy” means “i genuinely cannot handle one more feeling today.”

sorry if i seem distant, i’m mentally elsewhere arguing with a memory

anger is what happens when sadness decides it’s done begging

don’t explain yourself. they already decided what version of you they need to believe

i used to daydream about love, now i fantasize about mutual effort

i don’t know who needs to hear this but no one’s coming to make it easier. it's just you and your messy little brain and the decision to try again anyway