What’s up? I’m fucking devastated over the smallest thing. I’ve been through so much worse. The options are unlimited.

If we redefine failure - You didn’t fail me. I didn’t fail you. Sometimes we miss the mark, sometimes things get convoluted by outside waters. But if X marks the spot, the whole thing is X. We aren’t islands.

cheating cancer vs cheating on a cancer

one is betrayal — one a battle

which is worse?

both leave a ghost with a story

The backspace key whispers promises of perfection,

A swift undo,
a vanishing trace,
Each tap erasing hesitation,

Yet stealing the beauty of the unpolished phrase.

I don’t believe anyone.

True to my given name, the walls rise higher, each stone set with careful hands—
not from strength, but something quieter, heavier.

A silent hope that no one will mistake my solitude for surrender,
that someone will know—I need a presence, not a guide.

Is the quiet ache innate? Worn with weight of comparison & double standards, I bent to become what you call worthy. Proud of your pride, but I’m a different species. My contortion act in your circus leaves my body stiffened. I’m left wondering-would I have it any other way? It’s all I’ve known. MLM

I fell for you with trust, drawn to your empathy mirrored my own. But it wasn’t just mine reflected—it was consumed. What mattered was honesty. When that cracked, everything unraveled. Empathy without honesty is a trap, and I left with my heart bruised but my clarity intact. Same soul/not person TJH

A shadow stirs within the unseen,
a wolf, born of ether, fierce and keen.
Its howl, a song of the boundless sky,
threads of starlight woven high.
Eyes of embers, worlds untamed,
a phantom of silence, unbound, unnamed.
It roams where dreams and voids entwine,
a timeless hunter of realms divine.

Though distance stretches the thread between us,
You remain a constant in the orbit of my soul.
A quiet star in my inner circle,
Whose absence whispers louder than words,
Reminding me that I miss your light. Paths left to share dearest miracle. DMA

Love blooms through shadows,
Loss carves the heart (trims fat) making room for trust to root.
True love rises not from ease,
but from scars.

The joy isn’t fleeting now.
The cellar door yawns “no fat to trim here,
greens and roots suffice,
pure, lean delight. Vagetarian. AEM

Truth bends, shadows play,
desires weave webs of deceit—
mirrors crack in shame.

Being around you is a bit like watching a pot of soup that’s always on a rolling boil—it’s all about what’s bubbling up in your world, and it seems to need constant stirring to keep the focus on you. Perhaps letting the flavors settle might reveal even more depth beneath the surface. Ten Soup KH

Your actions often leave a trail that others are left to manage, and it can feel as though accountability is deflected elsewhere. Your mental health used as a shield rather than a journey of growth. Your behavior meant to express confidence comes across as misaligned with the respect others expect.

I cared deeply for them, but perhaps I needed to prioritize myself. They loved the party lifestyle, while I was trying to work on my own struggles with addiction, yet I didn’t feel supported. I made a mistake and cheated, and they, in turn, were with my roommate. We tried again, nothing changed. EMS

They were a challenging person. Their actions showed infidelity and a lack of self-awareness, often seeking guidance but undermining my efforts. They leaned on me financially, were emotionally manipulative, and expected me to manage my mental health while neglecting their own. 3rd marriage. KWHMW

To say promiscuous is a compliment. They are harmful. Though polyamorous, they claimed to value monogamy, violating trust in deeply hurtful ways. Taking pride in stories that reveal a lack of integrity and respect. Attractive on the surface, their character lacks sincerity and accountability. ELC