soft hearts be knowing
it weighs
on my chest, and i don’t see the light. i keep having to remind myself that
i won’t always feel this way.
fuck anxiety
i look back and remember the times i felt that my insides were screaming. because i was unhappy, and the effort to get out felt so big.
i keep needing to remind myself that i won’t always feel this way. even when it weighs on my chest, and i don’t see the light.
i’m trying