Too Soft and Too Much

I don’t know how to ‘be’ anymore.

I’m too fucking much for it all/selfie of author who is over exhausted just existing

I had come to this place after my last relationship that I promised I wouldn’t hide who I was anymore.

My light had gone out. I had grown so small.

I just wanted invisibility. To be quiet. To disappear.

And I had done all this work, and got lucky and found a matchbook.