coming to terms with the fact that the likelihood of someone ever being 100% sure about me is so low. it feels like i'm not designed to be loved the same way that i love other people. i won't ever mean that much to someone and that's okay. the world will keep spinning 🖤
i desperately yearn for someone who handles my heart with care. someone who listens when i speak, considers how i feel.
someone who means the things they say to me, who doesn’t process my vulnerability as ammunition. it feels like that person doesn’t exist
most people i invest my time and effort into often make it seem like it’s so easy to let me go. no fight, no resistance, no real loss for them. my whole life has felt like nobody’s been afraid to lose me. why am i so expendable to those around me?
i feel stuck. in design, health, life.. no motivation to be better for myself anymore. it all feels so pointless. like no matter how hard i work to achieve a better version of myself someone or something will break me down and leave me right back where i started.
