the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Why would I be ashamed? 🤔

You thought you had me?
But I got this one last move for you 😈🃏.

After decades of chronic instrumentalization, you begin to experience a unique type of grief.

Does anyone see me?

Or do they just see through me?

I love the cutesie ish, up to a point. —>

Once I’m past that point, I’m as cynical as it gets.

Some may call it thrill seeking, but how do you know unless you’ve been there in the flesh.