“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”— Ivan Turgenev
fuck you to anyones who has ever emotionally fucked up a person to the point they no longer trust another human being, a big fuck you for emotionally damaging someone to the point where they are terrified of receiving and giving love. i hope you sleep really shit at night knowing what a terrible person you are for breaking someone’s softness for this world.
i used to be “casually suicidal”
in the sense that
i didn’t want to kill myself; it wasn’t like i had a plan to swallow my mother’s prescription sleeping pills
it was more like
maybe if i took something sharp and silver to my arm i’d remember that i inhabit a living body, that there was still a part of me that wanted to heal
but even if i didn’t heal, would it really be the end of the world?
so what if it inconveniences sunday dinner? there will be other sundays
maybe if i skipped sunday dinner and monday breakfast and tuesday lunch
i could shrink myself smaller, and smaller, and smaller until there was nothing left of mei used to be “casually suicidal”
in the sense that
i wouldn’t look both way before crossing the street, joking that a hit and run would pay for the tuition currently keeping me up all hours of the night
but the truth was i just didn’t care if the hood of someone’s car would meet me before i met my destination –
until the day my best friend’s car nearly backed over me while she was trying to put air in her tire
i stumbled backwards, eyes on the car’s bumper the entire time as i scurried away, suddenly afraid
because even though i knew she wasn’t going to hit me, i still had the thought
“i don’t want to die”i used to be “casually suicidal”
so what am i now?
i’m not sure
but i think
“better”(cc, 2018)




























