Mar 7
Why must I keep shattering myself to fit into their world, piece by fragile piece? I’m drowning in hesitation, nerves clawing at my chest around every soul I meet—endlessly second-guessing, whispering will this wound them? What pain will my words carve into their heart? It’s an endless, merciless loop, tiptoeing over eggshells that shatter into sharp nails, tearing me apart with every weary step. The exhaustion sinks into my bones like winter’s endless night. Why can’t I be loved for who I truly am… am I forever doomed to this lonely ache?