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some nights aren’t sad. you’re just thinking about things you normally keep yourself too busy to remember.

do you ever realize you’re not actually okay, you’ve just gotten really good at acting normal?

some days feel less like living and more like waiting for yourself to return.

there are moments when even good news feels distant because your mind is somewhere else entirely.

I hate when I can’t tell whether I need rest, a change, or simply a reason to care again.

I wonder how much of my personality is actually me and how much was built around things I survived.

Some people become memories while they’re still alive.

I don’t need everyone to understand me. I just wish I didn’t have to constantly translate myself.

Everything sucks!!!

sometimes becoming better means becoming less available to what repeatedly drained you.

Billionaire before 25

there are days when you don’t need advice. you just want someone to notice.

some things only make sense after you’ve stopped fighting the way they unfolded.

the older you get, the more you realize that some of life’s hardest lessons are simply things you once believed would never happen to you.

It’s strange being everyone’s safe place while having nowhere to put your own thoughts.

Sometimes silence isn’t peace. It’s two people deciding not to explain themselves anymore.

I don’t fear the silence at night. I fear what my mind fills it with.

midnight has a way of making old thoughts sound more convincing than they did during the day.

I’m a winner

some days, nothing is particularly wrong. you just don’t feel like being here for any of it.