𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

we’re not that important anyway. so maybe we should stop trying so hard to be digestible. let people stare. let them misunderstand. let them choke on who we are.

everything already feels bitter enough. might as well force some sweetness into it. talk too much. ruin the silence. care harder than you should. be reckless with your existence.

god, i hate being perceived. it feels like standing under a spotlight with nowhere to hide. but shrinking myself never saved me either. being quieter, smaller, easier. none of it fixed anything.

the truth is, i’d rather feel too much than nothing at all.

so let me burn through it properly.