†Whoâs Tired of Being Talked Over
You ever watch someone hold in a scream behind their teeth? Thatâs her, constantly.
â§ She starts choosing her words like landmines. Each one is sharp, controlled, and timed like a threat. Sheâs learned that being polite wonât get her listened to, but sounding like you might flip a table will.
â§ Sheâs mastered the art of the silence that feels loud. Doesnât fill awkward gaps. Just lets the discomfort sit in the air like smoke.
â§ She explains things with forced calm, the kind that sounds like a teacher asking a second-grade class why the hamster is missing.
â§ Â She notices interruptions like bruises. She doesnât react to them anymore, not out loud. But you can bet she counts them.
â§ She repeats herself less. Not because they understood her the first time. Because they never listened anyway.
â§ Sheâs learned how to weaponize eye contact. Not in a sexy way. In a âI will set this boardroom on fire with my mindâ way.
â§ Her voice only shakes when sheâs deciding if itâs worth the explosion.
†Whoâs Been Called âToo Muchâ Her Whole Life
She isnât too much. Sheâs just tired of shrinking for people who were never going to make room anyway.
â§ She says the thing youâre not supposed to say. Then stares at you to see what youâll do with it.
â§ Sheâs loud with her laugh, loud with her grief, loud with her love, because if sheâs going to be punished for being âextra,â she might as well be honest about it.
â§ She over-explains. Over-apologizes. Then catches herself and stops halfway through the sentence.
â§ Â She tries to âtone it downâ and ends up sounding like a censored version of herself, bland, miserable, unfinished.
â§ She edits her texts four times, deletes the paragraph, sends âhaha ok :)â instead.
â§ She keeps her hands busy because otherwise theyâd be doing something reckless.
â§ Â She overcompensates with sarcasm and then goes home and wonders if everyone hates her.
â§ Â Sheâs loved fiercely. Regretted it more fiercely.
â§ Â She walks into a room like she owns it, and then spends the entire time wondering if she should have stayed home.
†Who Wants to Be Soft but Doesnât Feel Safe
She's gentle, but that gentleness lives under twenty layers of armor. And most people never even get past the first.
â§ Â Sheâs careful with her compliments, she knows how people weaponize kindness.
â§ Â She keeps her vulnerability behind locked doors and guards them with jokes, sarcasm, and âIâm just tired.â
â§ Sheâll comfort others like she was born to do it, but flinch if someone offers her the same.
â§ She avoids mirrors on bad days. Eye contact on good ones.
â§ She cries where no one can see. Car bathrooms. Locked bedrooms. Grocery store parking lots at night.
â§ She doesnât ask for help. Not because she doesnât need it, but because the last time she did, it came with a price.
â§ Sheâs soft with animals, with children, with strangers, but not herself. Never herself.
â§ She daydreams about being taken care of, then immediately gets mad at herself for wanting something so âweak.â
â§ She wants love, but sheâs terrified of being known. Because if someone really saw her? What if they didnât stay?
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