to fucking cry once in a while
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to fucking cry once in a while
I mark my victories on my skin. Kind of like the notches that warriors used to etch on their weapons, counting their kills, except these are not representing kills, but suppression. Non-lethal temporary marks for non-lethal temporary victories.
Temporary is the best I can reasonably hope for, but temporary or not, they are still victories and they’re truths that won’t be taken away from me.
There are times we are alone, even when people like to say we’re not. Some things we have to do ourselves, so we kind of are alone. We can still connect with others along the way, but that doesn’t mean they are fighting with us.
I thought I had it beat. I thought it was gone for good. Why won’t it stay gone?
2023 was the year of gratitude.
2024…
A room full of people can feel like the loneliest place on earth, when every person there is just another reminder of your inherent failure to connect and/or understand. Paradoxically, sometimes it’s easier to remember you’re still human when you’re alone.
Someday I will finally have had enough.
Once burned, thrice so fucking shy.
I’m so tired of being tired.
What’s your agenda?