a dark little artist

Not big on love anymore. But, Oh man, you should've seen me when I was...

I need to stop getting my hopes up every time.

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Sometimes It seriously fucking is.

After certain things happen, you don't feel the same way about people anymore, no matter who they are.

Nothing in your life has been random. Not the person who broke your heart. Not the job that ended. Not the door that closed without warning. Not even the moments you still don't fully understand. You think you were unlucky. You think you chose wrong. You think you should have seen it coming. But every encounter exposed something. Every ending revealed something. Every disappointment stripped something back. Some people arrived to awaken you. Some arrived to test your boundaries. Some arrived to show you exactly what you will never tolerate again. And yes, some came to hurt you. But even that pain carved clarity. Even that loss sharpened your self-worth. You weren't being punished. You were being refined. Growth rarely feels graceful while it's happening. It feels like confusion. It feels like loss. It feels like the ground shifting under your feet. But nothing was wasted. Every lesson stretched your capacity. Every fracture widened your heart. Every time you chose to keep going, something stronger in you took shape. Stop labeling your story as good or bad. It was necessary. It was forming you. Trust the unfolding. Trust the timing. Trust that the same force that dismantled what no longer fit is the one building what does. Life is not happening against you. It is happening through you. And you are becoming exactly who you were meant to be.

Be unwanted can destroy you

I am angry, but not because I'm full of hate. I am angry because every time I've loved, I've only been met with hate. I've given love to people who are undeserving of it. Undeserving of what my love feels like. The more love I give, the less I seem to get back.