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i’m so tired. tired of fixing things, tired of being the **** of the jokes, of being seen as only a “nice” person. i’m tired of invalidating my own emotions, i’m tired of hiding how i feel, of being this happy person all the time— tired of holding a sun, a sun that doesn’t give life, a sun that only burns. i’m done. but i can’t be done. i can’t be done not until everyone feels the sun. so no matter what happens to me, no matter how bad it burns, i won’t be done. not until my life is done.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 11:07 PM UTC
holding up the sun
i’m so tired. tired of fixing things, tired of being the **** of the jokes, of being seen as only a “nice” person. i’m tired of invalidating my own emotions, i’m tired of hiding how i feel, of being this happy person all the time— tired of holding a sun, a sun that doesn’t give life, a sun that only burns. i’m done. but i can’t be done. i can’t be done not until everyone feels the sun. so no matter what happens to me, no matter how bad it burns, i won’t be done. not until my life is done.
funny how bad things can get in a day
earthto_tristan
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 11:07 PM UTC
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