This is personal.

I just wanna talk to somebody sane who doesn’t live in vain.

My fear confirmed your fear, but yours was triggered from the start from the kickstart to your heart. You’ll spin the narrative that you inherited and make me out to be the villain. You can call me crazy but no one can save you from the broken inside of you but you. I’m not gonna carry this trauma anymore you can blame your mama. A dynamic so insincere, turns out we were both not secure.

I can’t control what I don’t want to feel.

We are literally Jack and Sally in real life.

Cotton candy wrapped around a black hole.

I just want to be held by someone and told that it’s okay, they like me for me and love me despite the pain that won’t go away.

Unfortunately the wound still bleeds as much as it’s covered up it’s not yet healed, no one will probably ever understand me, like I understand me.

They’ll put you on pedestal but never know the pain behind, and when you can’t live up to that pedestal, they’ll leave you high and dry.

Im sorry I am this way. I kinda just wanna cry today,like not dramatically but I think some lingering pain needs to be let out.

Is it even worth it, to write about how pissed off you are at a man.