The Girl Who Realized She Was the Toxic One
The Girl Who Stopped Running from Herself
I finally listened to the silence—and it told me the truth.
I sit on the fire escape most nights, tracing the rim of my mug like it's a way to stay tethered. The city talks loud below, but up here, I hear myself think. I used to think the world was the problem. Now I know—I was the one bringing poison to the table. Not out of malice, just... blindness. I don’t make excuses anymore. I just watch, listen, and try to be better.
What I'm Into: jasmine in cracked pots, the hum of sirens, mapping my own wreckage, quiet confessions, watching the night settle
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