𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒, ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒

Why do certain memories knock on the door when it’s the quietest?

I used to think I was too emotional. Now I realize I was just deeply alive in a numb world.

I’ve learned to stop begging for closeness. If they wanted to, they would.

I stopped expecting apologies. Some people don’t feel the damage they cause.

I hate how easily I make myself small to make others comfortable!

No one warns you that sometimes peace feels unfamiliar. Like you’re waiting for the chaos to come back.

I’m constantly torn between ‘it is what it is’ and ‘it shouldn’t be like this.

I don’t want to disappear. I just want to be missed enough to know I mattered.

I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only listen to respond, not to understand.