the sound of rain

Love really is just "I’m thinking of you. I will ask you if you are okay. I remember your favorite flavor of tea. I want to talk to you. I hope your mother is well. I will read to you. I like your laugh. I want to help you. I will sit next to you. I got you the chocolate you like. Your eyes have gold in them. I think you'd like this book. I miss you when you aren't here." isn't it?

social anxiety so bad i wonder if i’m welcome at places i was invited to.

I hope in the next life I’m loved from the start.

I think I owe myself an apology for being in spaces where I knew I wasn't wanted & appreciated.

The urge to delete everything and disappear is strong today

Pretending to be less mentally unwell than you are is exhausting. I just want 2 go feral, scream cry and kick

No offense but I’m tired of feeling so out of place & like I bother everyone I talk to & I am ready for the next life

and for my next trick i will go utterly insane in complete silence

sick of wanting and yearning and longing and craving and and and and

the art of leaving things unsaid because saying them won’t change a thing.

do i cross your mind ?