The Conversation

HOLY FUCK... why does everything always fall on ME?? like i’m the fkn default person to fix shit, clean up the mess, be the understanding one, the forgiving one, the strong one. i’m SO done playing therapist to people who wouldn’t even notice if i disappeared. i’m tired of pretending i’m okay just so no one else feels uncomfortable. do i get to break down?? do i get to scream?? no—cuz then i’m “too much” or “overreacting.” nah. fuck that. for once, i wanna be the problem. i wanna be loud. i wanna be selfish. i’m drowning and y’all just keep handing me more water.