fog outside my window
the city disappeared into fog tonight. meanwhile, i’ve been trying to understand why the smallest things can hurt so much. learning about RSD made some things click, but knowing why i feel this way doesn’t make it any easier. i want someone to notice my silence, yet i’m the one choosing not to speak.
the door is slightly open.
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