i am tired of people taking my words and playing it off like they’re original
i know they say that imitation is the highest form of flattery, but when it feels so intentional that my existence begins to feel like a competition, i am no longer flattered. i am annoyed.
maybe that makes me cruel, but i worked damn hard for the person i have become. i didn’t have an identity growing up, and even surrounded by loved ones i often still feel distant. alien. like if i disappeared, it wouldn’t really matter. i know that that means that i still have a lot of growing to do in terms of my sense of self. i am neither deaf nor blind to my own insecurities. but i cannot grow out of them if i am nurturing someone else’s roots, and i cannot thrive when surrounded by weeds that don’t yet understand that we can basque in the sun together.
“with a poisoned bottle, you’ll be free, but be damn sure you don’t mix it up with mine”
