Feel like screaming? Use your words instead.

Just because we share an office, does not mean I want you blabbing at me as soon as you walk in the door.

i dont even know where to start honestly... i feel like im just floating through life like not even living, just existing, day in and day out. and i keep telling myself it'll get better, just hang on a little longer, things will change but they fucking don't. it's just more of the same. fake smiles, silent crying at night, pretending everything's fine so people don't ask questions i don't wanna answer. and it’s like... no one notices. no one cares. people say "im here for you" but where are they when im staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell the point of any of this is? nowhere. they’re only there when it’s convenient or when they need something.

i’m tired. like not just tired tired, but soul tired. i wake up already exhausted and i go to sleep feeling like a failure. like nothing i do is ever enough. i work, i try, i push myself and still feel like im 10 steps behind everyone else. like im stuck watching everyone else live while i’m just... surviving. and it’s lonely. god, it’s so fucking lonely. even when im surrounded by people i still feel like i’m alone in my own little bubble of sadness. i laugh at jokes and make conversation and meanwhile i’m screaming inside for someone to just see me. not the version i pretend to be, but the real me. the tired, insecure, falling-apart version. but people don’t want that. they want happy. they want easy. and i am neither.

i miss feeling excited about life. i miss waking up and not immediately thinking “ugh another fucking day.” i miss being passionate, feeling hopeful, dreaming big. now i just want to get through the week without breaking down in a public bathroom. and maybe that sounds dramatic or whatever but it’s real. this is my reality and i hate that i feel ashamed to admit it. everyone acts like talking about your feelings is brave but the second you open up, people act weird or avoid you like you’re some emotional burden.

i don’t want attention. i don’t want pity. i just want someone to sit with me in the dark and not try to fix it. just... be there. that’s all. cause i don’t need solutions. i just need to not feel invisible anymore. is that too much to fucking ask?

sometimes i miss ppl who prolly dont even remember my name and i hate that i still care its like wtf is wrong with me

idk why my brain gotta remind me of the most embarrasing shit i ever did right when im tryna sleep like chill bro its been YEARS

i do everything in this house and no one notices or even says thanks like tf am i just a maid here?? yall got hands too use them

The customer is NOT always right. Some of y’all walk into stores acting like royalty and treat workers like shit. You’re not special. You’re just a loud, entitled fuck who needs a reality check.

Fuck your zodiac sign. You’re not a bitch because you're a Scorpio, you're just a bitch. Stop blaming the fucking stars for your shitty behavior. The universe didn’t make you toxic you did that all by yourself.

If your kid is screaming their fucking lungs out in a restaurant and you're just sitting there like it's normal, fuck you. I came to eat in peace, not be part of your shitty parenting experience. Take your mini banshee outside and stop ruining everyone else's goddamn meal.

I wish I had a mom who cared. Not one who criticizes. Not one who controls. Just a soft place to land. A mom who makes me feel safe.

I hate my body. Not in a cutesy, self-deprecating way. I genuinely look in the mirror and feel disgust. It affects everything. I just want to feel okay in my skin.