Call it selfish, immature, or whatever you want. But there comes a point where I stop caring about being understood by people who were never careful with me in the first place. I’ve spent too much time overexplaining myself, giving chances, and staying accessible to people who only know how to disturb my peace. So if disappearing is what i need to do to save what's left of me, then maybe that's exactly what i'll choose. because there's only so much of yourself you can keep giving before you realize you're the one being emptied in the process.
Not every silence is cruel, sometimes it's survival. sometimes it's choosing not to keep entertaining people who only bring confusion, stress, disappointment, and emotional exhaustion into your life. sometimes it's realizing that not everyone deserves access to you just because they once had it. and sometimes protecting your peace means leaving without a long explanation, without one last conversation, and without trying to make everyone understand why you had to go. because the truth is, not everyone who hurt you is entitled to a soft goodbye.
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