The day we started talking to each other; I wonder if the stars looked down at us and thought “they finally met”.
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The day we started talking to each other; I wonder if the stars looked down at us and thought “they finally met”.
I’ve stopped waiting for you to reach out, but there are still days when I feel the weight of your silence. I don’t look for your name the way I used to, but sometimes it still finds me, in old memories, in songs, in the quiet. Some people leave gently, without anger or warning, and it’s that softness that makes the loss harder to hold. Maybe it was time. Maybe it was distance. Maybe it was just the slow undoing of something I thought would last.
I cared for you in the most honest way I knew how. It wasn’t always perfect, but it was real. Even now, though things have changed, a quiet part of me holds onto the good moments, the ones worth remembering without pain or regret.
- grcmliin
I am not interested in having any form of relationship with anyone who is not willing to be accountable for their hurtful behavior towards me. I am not someone you can be passive-aggressive with, gaslight, or treat indifferently, then try to throw things under the rug. Your apology needs to be as loud as your disrespect was, or you can stay away from me.
Destroy me
Every time I catch myself
Thinking about you
I push to
Love myself
Harder
2 AM Struggles, C.B. 2/18/2026 @02:02
Some people never know that your chest can feel this empty That your stomach and your throat and your head can beg and beg and beg and you can not know what for And some people don't ever find out that your heart's physical ache is much too real INSIDE.
- E.H. // 081025
Ignorance is better than knowledge. Fools have the belief awareness is power. Awareness only brings you to your knees, questioning your own words—making even the atheist beg God for an answer. But what if the answer is silence? What if the truth is a weight too heavy to bear, a burden that crushes rather than enlightens? Perhaps ignorance is not bliss, but survival.