I used to think that a breakdown was equvilant to a rebirth. That i would cry and scream and yell about how everyone tries to love me for a trial period and nothing more, and i would wake up the next day with more confidence in myself and more genuine connections as an apology from the universe. But truly a breakdown is just a breakdown. I can shout at the stars that fairness should fall like rain running through my hair but that doesnt mean it will.

I want a life reset. To be born again, different, bold, brave. I want to be dead so I can try to live in a way that doesnt leave my heart hurting at my grave.