🌒 tired soul // vent post
I’m tired of asking to be loved.
I’m tired of shrinking myself just to fit into someone’s idea of “enough.”
Tired of being someone’s “almost,” “maybe,” or “sometimes.”
Tired of giving so much of myself just to be left empty.
I try. I always try.
To be kind. To be patient. To be worth staying for.
But it’s exhausting.
Being the one who cares more. The one who holds on longer than I should.
Some nights, I lie awake wondering if I matter to anyone the way they matter to me.
And the silence always answers first.
I don’t want attention. I don’t want pity.
I just want peace.
Maybe even a break from this world that keeps asking me to be okay
when I’m quietly falling apart.
So if I disappear for a while, just know I tried.
I really did.
— a heart too tired to beg for love again
