this doesn’t mean personal, but i am sure i have every rights to have my works appreciated regardless when you call ourselves business partners. this not about you, you, you. even how much the other partners are your bestfriends from school. you can just count me as a worker then if there isn’t any collaboration when you sulk at every fucking idea straining me overnight, and show eyeballs of water every time you get fickle on decisions. here’s one, get yourself sorted cause i am running thin coming to the last straw. i have better plans ahead, with people believing me way more than myself.
you stay strong and steer your head into a direction you ultimately want, but don’t seem able to. i have tons and tons to do and complete but my head is nowhere central. doesn’t it pisses you off to brush off the unwanted list of priorities with a freshly-inked lead. i need myself to be here, here. here. nowhere else, but here.
do you know how it feels like to know and share so much with someone for the past year and everything changed so abruptly within a month or two. do you know how it feels like to have tears flowing randomly without realization while browsing through your phone. do you know how your heart aches to tell someone how much you miss them but you’re just afraid that they’ve move on and shrug at your thought. do you know how is it like to describe that pain which is not what you want to feel cause you can’t stop crying but you’re trying so hard to laugh it off at the same time. do you know how it feels, do you? do you? i hate to admit im broken - but probably not to pieces, yet.