what’s your role in a tragic play: misunderstood villain
prepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes, and flood of thirst comments.
you don't trust or even really like most people. maybe you did at one point. but that part of you is gone, and you don't go a single day without grieving it.
you're open, but less in a trusting way and more like a wound. you don't like to let people see you, but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it.
you're impulsive, even as you try hard to plan and prepare. maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard. until then, you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway













