what's the thing you bit back every time. let it out, no one here is grading your tone
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
- how many of your own needs did you shrink so they wouldn't feel crowded
- they get to be the one who left. what story did that let them tell about you
- did they ever say sorry or did they just say they felt bad that you were hurt
- you weren't too much. you were exactly enough and they couldn't handle being seen by some…