they cried too. but whose tears were performance and whose were the real wound
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
- did they break it slow so they could pretend it wasn't them. catch them in it
- what excuse of theirs do you want to set on fire right now
- how long did you confuse their carelessness for something you'd done wrong
- what's the version of events they'll tell their next person about you. correct the record…