sometimes when you say things I wonder if you know just. how. much. what you say matters to me
other people's words I can brush off and forget but your words cut deep they sting and ache for a while and maybe longer until there is only a mark left only the mirror knows how many wounds you have inflicted
when you insult me I will spend the next few days looking at myself different. did you know that? no, you didn't.
you're inconsiderate, to put it nicely but even our friends note you're nicer to me. I wonder why, honestly.
There may or may not be an individual I admire. Hypothetically, if there was one, they would be/are a piece of trash, emotionally and to others, even to those they don't know they affect. Then, in turn, I have mental breakdowns just thinking about how they were crying or whatever. I personally like not being emotionally decimated, but can't do anything about it.