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There is a certain relief in knowing you don’t have to pretnd to be okay when there’s no audience left to smile for. No one to lie to. No one to talk to becase you’ve successfully pushed everyone away.
There is a certain relief in being alone. In no longer having to wonder who actually gives a damn because somewhere along the way, you convined yourself you were nothing but a worthless piece of shit anyway.
There is a certain freedom in saying too much and waking up to silence. In spendin the entire next day disscting every word, replaying every conversation, wondering exactly which part of you was finally too much.
And there is a certain control in giving in to your addiction. In letting the walls come down because what’s the point of preteding you’re okay when you feel like there’s no one left who cares whether you are or not?
There is a certain relief in being alone. In no longer having to wonder who actually gives a damn because somewhere along the way, you convined yourself you were nothing but a worthless piece of shit anyway.
There is a certain freedom in saying too much and waking up to silence. In spendin the entire next day disscting every word, replaying every conversation, wondering exactly which part of you was finally too much.
And there is a certain control in giving in to your addiction. In letting the walls come down because what’s the point of preteding you’re okay when you feel like there’s no one left who cares whether you are or not?
