I am very tired .

In another universe, someone will love me the way that I am and speak to me softly when I make a mistake.

in another universe, i have the physical love and affection that i yearn for in this one.

‘everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it’ is cute and all til u have bpd and go genuinely psychotic when someone abandons you

me a year ago: who are you me now: im you but weaker

rationally i know that losing touch with people is completely normal and a part of growing old. yet, whenever i lose a friend for whatever reason, i can't help but blame myself. for not being better, for not being enough. cause when something happens repeatedly, you can't help but think that maybe you are the problem. maybe you don't deserve friends or companionship cause you are a shit human being who can't control her words or her thoughts. you deserve this loneliness instead. these feelings can't be explained but when they hit, they hit fucking hard and leave you unable to think about anything else.

I see you in the cracks where flowers grow. I see you in the colors after the sun kissed the clouds. I see you in the stars that bring light to our darkness. I see you in the moon, as a lover and friend who is always by my side. I see you wherever love creates a home and beautifies it.