what promise of theirs do you want to read back to them word for word
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 ever once choose you when it cost them something. or only when it was free
- you're not crazy. you were never crazy. who made you doubt that and do you still let them
- they got to leave clean and you got the wreckage. where's the fairness in that
- what's the comeback you thought of three days too late. say it here instead