RelationSh*t

There is a quiet, heavy sadness in finally deciding you will never ask for help again.

It comes after you’ve been let down so many times that expecting nothing becomes your only safety net. You realize it’s less painful to struggle alone than to keep watching the people who claim to love you treat your needs like a burden.

So keep your help.
Keep your support.
Keep your time.

I will carry the weight myself from now on. At least this way, I know exactly what I can count on.

I don't hate socializing. I just love being home. Where it's quiet. Safe. Soft. No small talk. No noise. No pretending to be someone I'm not. Just me.

Reading. Thinking. Listening to music. Staring at the wall. Watching old movies. Being bored. And feeling life deeply. Some people call it boring. To me, it's where I finally hear myself again.