There was a version of me
who almost bought a black coat
and learned how to walk away without
flinching.
She almost stopped caring.
Almost stopped explaining.
Almost turned her softness
into strategy.
She practiced cold replies in the mirror.
She rehearsed indifference
like it was a language she could master.
But she kept laughing too loud.
Kept forgiving too quickly.
Kept loving like it was reckless.
So the villain arc
never fully launched.
Instead,
I became something worse,
a person who FEELS everything
and STILL shows up.
Tragic, honestly.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 7:53 AM UTC
There was a version of me
who almost bought a black coat
and learned how to walk away without
flinching.
She almost stopped caring.
Almost stopped explaining.
Almost turned her softness
into strategy.
She practiced cold replies in the mirror.
She rehearsed indifference
like it was a language she could master.
But she kept laughing too loud.
Kept forgiving too quickly.
Kept loving like it was reckless.
So the villain arc
never fully launched.
Instead,
I became something worse,
a person who FEELS everything
and STILL shows up.
Tragic, honestly.
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