#thoughtss

Tell me why it is always George, please tell me why? He did nothing wrong. What person did he have to hurt in order to deal with this pain when he finally had a chance?

Someone pointed out that I always watch the room instead of joining the conversation, and it put a sharp, painful focus on a habit I’ve ignored for years. Because what looks like observation also feels like permanent exile. It means I am always standing on the periphery, looking through the glass at a warmth I don't quite know how to mimic. It means I've become an expert on everyone else's feelings while remaining a total stranger to my own joy. And maybe that's the silent cost of being the chronic listener—you spend so much time holding space for other people's narratives that you completely run out of words for your own. You become a ghost in your own life, present enough to witness everything but never solid enough to be touched. And in that moment, I realized that safety had been my goal, but it had also become my cage.

Making you look worse is the only way they knew how to look better.

Me and my hot glue gun against the world

My face is a lil swollen in all the right areas from an allergic reaction. All imma say is I get it

I wanna hibernate w da fuzzzzz

Wud u walk past me @ da animal shelter

crazy how some people yap nonstop about their pain and all that drama, but bounce quick when accountability hits. mental health my ass! LOL...if you're being arrogant and justify it by saying because you have problems, that's bullshit. straight up: after a while, it ain't about your mess anymore, it's how you keep screwing over everyone else 🥱