i am not just a feminist, i am a supporter of people.
i will continue screaming at the sky until it can match the rage coursing through my veins.
peace seems so far away now. like it didn’t happen this lifetime but a thousand years ago.
i’m suffering. sinking into the furthest depths of misery. and yet it feels holy.
nothing. i feel nothing.
you told me i was cruel. all i said was that you were the loss of my life. why would i lie to you? i don’t think i am capable of it.
i feel so loved for a mere second, then it is ripped away by fake niceties. i only wish that the prophecy could be rewritten so that a single soul is obsessed with mine.
you can just talk and i’ll listen to you for years.