Words that bruise

It’s always the little things

You tell yourself it wasn’t that deep. That maybe you imagined it. That people say things all the time. But somehow, it lingers, replaying in the back of your head and you end up questioning certain things.

Isn’t it strange, how one sentence tossed quietly into the air can sit in someone’s chest for weeks.

It’s funny how some words come without warning labels, they just drop. And if you’re the type that feels deeply or someone that’s already going through a lot, or an over thinker like me. Those words can sting more than anyone realizes.

It’s always the small things. The small offhanded words, the ones that slip out casually like they don’t matter.

That day it was “ewww” and “disgusting”. Thrown out so easily, with no second glance and a look that’s still so vivid in my mind. They probably didn’t mean anything by it or maybe they do. For some it might not even be a big deal but for my overthinking mind, it mattered a lot.

Yh the words stung but my mind wasn’t quick to react. I went back to my room and the words drifted back…I sat down, then the tears came.

Not a loud dramatic cry or sobs or yelling into pillows. Just that quiet, confusing kind, the one that sneaks up on you when you’re not sure you’re overreacting or just finally letting everything spill…

I didn’t bring it up later, I couldn’t find the words. It felt too small to be worth an argument, too delicate to explain without sounding “too sensitive”. And maybe that’s why I’m writing it here, in this quiet space where feelings doesn’t have to be justified.

Maybe they’ll read this. Maybe they’ll know it’s about them. Maybe they won’t.

But either way now it’s out of me.

Anyways, I’m fine now, just needed to say it somewhere. If this post mysteriously disappears later, mind your business.😂

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kodee🧸.