what excuse of theirs do you want to set on fire right now
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 were loyal to someone who was auditioning replacements. how does that sit tonight
- did they break it slow so they could pretend it wasn't them. catch them in it
- they cried too. but whose tears were performance and whose were the real wound
- how long did you confuse their carelessness for something you'd done wrong