i’d really rather be alone for the rest of my life than be with someone i have to snap my bones into shape for. i’m tired of losing little parts of me to accommodate someone else.

i am an amalgamation of everyone i’ve ever loved, and that’s a beautiful thing, but when the core parts of who i am are pushed to the wayside to make room for everyone else’s expectations, who am i really?

knowing myself shouldn’t feel like biting my own teeth. if anyone should understand me, it should be me, and me above anyone else.