i hope you see that i wasn't trying to argue. i just badly wanted to be understood. maybe my voice was too loud, maybe the words came out too fast, or maybe it all sounded harsher than i meant it to, like i was trying to win something. but i wasn't. the truth is, my words didn't come from anger. they came from a soft place, a tired place, a part of me that has been waiting patiently to be seen and heard. sometimes i carry too many feelings at once, and it builds up quietly until it spills out in ways i didn't mean. in ways i didn't want. and i know it can sound like anger, but really, it's not. it's just me, trying to speak through the noise in my own mind. because when you've felt invisible for too long, you start to raise your voice not to push people away, but because you want someone to notice you. not to fight, but to reach. not to win, but to be heard. not out of anger, but out of hope. hope that someone might finally understand.