The worst heartbreak is never about your romantic relationships. It’s always about your parents. Whether you lose them, almost lose them, or deal with their sick version.

The hardest thing is not about moving on from your ex, but to keep moving on with your life despite how damaged your root was. That place you came from.

The stupidest part is that you’re trying to find consolation out of mundane things, hoping it will cure your psychological wounds.

I wish I could name whatever this is I’m feeling, but there’s no word for it.

For all I know, turns out, depression is real.