I genuinely believe I hate the needy version of me, the one who craves attention, the one who overthinks, the one who wants the quick replies, the one who desires intimacy and waits anxiously for a text. Did you know the true reason why all my notifications are off is not as zen as they might think it is. The tolerant me, the subtlety, the loopholing into a fallacious imagery....I wish I could let go of these.
I wish I could hide under my own skin and pretend to be tough, to be okay with your hypothetical silent judgements of me.













