I hate so many things right now and I write when I’m sad and it’s honestly my best writing but I want to write happy. I was selfish and asked people to reach out and check in and I do every year and every year I’m left hanging and alone and I’m fucking tired of expecting anything. These made up expectations I do to myself are just so stupid and I want to stop but I can’t help it. It’s nice to pour it out to strangers who don’t understand but they can appreciate pretty words strung together. Thank u strangers