I’m the girl who believes in karma—that what goes around, comes around. I hold on to that belief, even on the days when life feels heavy, and I question if I’ll ever see that balance. Every morning, I wake up hoping for a better day, a lighter day. Some days, hope is all I have to hold on to.
I’m the one who doesn’t give up on people, even when they give me every reason to walk away. Loyalty runs deep in me, even if it’s not always returned. I’ve been told I’m different, though I’m not trying to be. I just feel things deeply—too deeply sometimes—and I can’t help but wear my heart on my sleeve.
During the day, I smile. I laugh. I push through. I let the world think I’m strong, and maybe in some ways, I am. But at night, when it’s quiet and I’m alone, that’s when it all comes out. That’s when the tears fall, the doubts creep in, and the weight I’ve been carrying all day feels unbearable.
I want to be loved—not just by anyone, but by someone who truly sees me. Someone who understands the way my mind works, the way my heart aches, and the way I fight through the chaos every day. I long for a love that doesn’t just glance at the surface but digs deep, sees the scars, and stays anyway.
I know I look strong. That’s what people see when they look at me: someone who has it all together, someone who can handle anything. But inside, I often feel so fragile. It’s like I’m walking a tightrope, balancing my emotions, my expectations, and my disappointments, praying I don’t fall.
And yet, I fall. Over and over again, I fall. But every time I do, I get back up. It’s not because I want to or because it’s easy—it’s because I have to. Because no one else is going to do it for me. It’s exhausting, and sometimes I wonder how much longer I can keep going. But somehow, I do.
This is who I am. The girl who keeps going, even when she doesn’t want to. The girl who feels too much, hopes too much, and hurts too much. The girl who smiles through the pain, loves with her whole heart, and picks herself back up every single time.
It's a bittersweet, blessing and curse, but it's ME.
🫰💟🫖 JRT
Art Credit: Raven Shaolin Bluefeather
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Beautifully raw and honest. It captures the balance between strength and vulnerability in such a relatable way.
The image adds even more depth, symbolizing the inner journey you're on.
Thank you for sharing your truth—it’s inspiring and thought-provoking.