03/22/2025
i wonder who will find my presence once i’m gone. who will notice my absence when i’m not around. who will notice if i’m comfortable or not. who will notice the slightest change once my mood doesn’t feel right. who will notice if i’m hurt and won’t hesitate to ask what’s wrong. who will ask if i’m okay or if i do need their hug.
sometimes‚ i also want to be myself. the one i hide to everyone; my other side that i never feel ashamed of but still keep hidden for the sake of others’ peace of mind.
sometimes‚ i wonder what it feels to be known without judging me for acting different when i feel something’s off.