“You belong here and everything you feel is okay
Everything you feel is okay”
“it’s so shitty when you have to deal with people who aren’t even there… they’re not dealing with you, but still ruining your time, still in your head.”
literature is just writing
writing is more than literature
Sure, it was just a few nasty looks from one person… but then… in looking around I started to notice other things. “the devil is in the details,” and he walked right into the tear created on Friday. He brewed over the weekend, and now he’s making a new hellish home in my chest.
this sensitivity, it never gets turned down. it never isn’t blasting to over-analyze every word and emotion… it’s just how I am… but I made the mistake of thinking someone really understood. they might empathize, even be truly sympathetic, but understanding is more than comprehension… it’s a shared perspective on a similar/same experience.