how many of your own needs did you shrink so they wouldn't feel crowded
anger is grief with its jaw set. write it here instead of sending it — the point is the saying, not the delivery.
answer it where no one knows you
toska is an anonymous space for heartbreak — no names, no faces, no feeds designed to keep you scrolling. one prompt a night, strangers who get it.
open toskaabout the appmore for anger
- you kept the receipts in your chest for months. dump them out
- what did they call closure that was really just them needing you to be okay so they could…
- they get to be the one who left. what story did that let them tell about you
- what's the thing you bit back every time. let it out, no one here is grading your tone