self-preservation

  • The Box Upstairs

    The most dangerous people are the ones who have nothing to lose. The box had my name on it. Not my adult name. The name I wrote across everything when I was nine, with the last letter curled backward because I hadn’t learned to make it properly yet. It was sitting in the attic beneath…

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  • Satan Stepped Aside

    People no longer cease to amaze me in the worst way possible. Maybe that sounds cynical. It probably is. But cynicism is merely optimism after it has been mugged in a dark alley enough times to recognize the footsteps behind it. There are very few people left who aren’t looking out for themselves first. I…

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  • There comes a point in life where peace stops being soft. People think peace is candles, quiet music, healing quotes slapped on sunsets and pretending everything deserves grace. No. Real peace has scars on her knuckles and a guest list shorter than your patience. Real peace learned the hard way that if you let chaos…

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  • Some things are just not worth fighting for. There’s a moment—sharp and clear—when “enough” is no longer a warning but a wall. You reach it, you feel it, and you know the choice is here: save them or save yourself.Always save yourself. Stop listening to the negative voices. Sometimes they crawl inside, weaving their way…

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