my inner thoughts are finally paying rent
For so long, I've carried my thoughts, feelings, and stories like a tenant who refuses to pay rent. They've taken up space, cluttered my mind, and weighed me down. They've never pulled their weight. They've just sat there, quietly occupying valuable real estate in my brain, free of charge. And honestly, I never knew how to evict them. It wasn't that I didn't want them to leave, it's just that they felt like they belonged there, or worse, like I needed them. Maybe they were my crutch, or maybe they were just comfortable, filing the silence of my life.
