realising why i’m always angry

 

what if it was real? 

but what if it’s not? 

overthinking

I replay your words a thousand times, searching for a meaning you never meant. 

wake up.

thank you for the confirmation. i should have known better, should have been smarter, wiser, more mature, seen what it is as it is. the writing was on the wall, i just didn’t want to see it - i see that now. 

it is what it is and no amount of delulu is ever going to change that. so stop daydreaming, stop fantasizing. just stop. 

i should have known better. i mean nothing. and therefore you will mean nothing. 

fuck female rage. what about female exhaustion? girls who have raged a year too long, souls weary from no one seeing or caring about this anger, mumbles of "it's not fair" through tears with only them to console themselves, where do i put this exhaustion anywhere but back in my bones again

She won’t beg or cry for help. She’ll sleep less, drink more caffeine & work more hours. Music will get louder; she will isolate from the world. She will fight her demons alone, so that no one can throw it in her face later. 

quiet

I would trade my soul for silence, to escape the relentless flood of emotions that drown me, a quiet surrender to the emptiness within.