if you could just see all the corners of me, then maybe to you i wouldn’t be so bad. i’m a lot more than what you see and hear, and people laugh when i say that. but that’s what everyone is. more than what you see and hear. you don’t know someone until you’ve spent a lifetime nestled against the crook of their shoulders feeling their human rain running down your own cheeks. even then, you don’t know their darkest shadow or the sunniest spot in their mind. we are just people. fat, thin, stupid, smart, whatever. people. we have feelings and desires and guilt and all these other things that make us iridescent but it is not often that we get to show this. we all hide behind this illusion we call our personality but that is not who we are. we are a billion things more and love and life would be infinite if only we dared to look further.
sometimes walking away is the noble thing to do
but sometimes it’s a coward’s way out
what doesn’t kill you fucks you up mentally and affects your ability to have stable relationships with other human beings