all roads lead back to me being alone

I can always handle everything on my own but I melt when someone takes care of me and completely turns off my survival mode.

you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.

always an option, never the one. always the poet, not the poem. always a choice, but never chosen.

What do people who don’t overthink do with all that free brain space?

nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.

going with the flow in a face down in a river kinda way