you're not crazy. you were never crazy. who made you doubt that and do you still let them
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
- what's the thing they did that you laughed off then that you want to throw across the roo…
- did they ever once choose you when it cost them something. or only when it was free
- what promise of theirs do you want to read back to them word for word
- they got to leave clean and you got the wreckage. where's the fairness in that