I Think This Is Something I’m Going To Struggle With For The Rest Of My Life

To all the people who constantly zoned out and daydreamed as a kid and probably told off for it, who learnt how to cry silently before the age of ten and maybe stopped crying entirely, who used books as an escape method and would constantly daydream about running off to a fantasy world, who is most likely now a burnt-out neurodivergent who didn't get diagnosed early so they self-diagnosed instead, and who now wants to groan at the thought of having to wake up another day,

how's the childhood trauma, deep-rooted love hate relationship with your parents, lack of self-esteem and sense of self, and raging queerness doing? you good?

“It kills you slowly, you know? Not being loved.”

- (via @heartbrokenlysurviving)

I’m toxic

I’m poison

I’m a disease

I’m a disorder

I’m a freak

I’m a burden

I’m a monster.

So how could anyone ever love this.

Imagine trying your best everyday

Trying to satisfy everyone

But still be the second choice

Always be the other one

The invisible one

This hurts

This hurts a lot

I’m so fucking sick of being treated like shit over and over again simply for existing it wasn’t my choice and I’m really doing my best

Relatable.

(stolen from Instagram)

“You suffer because you got too attached. How could I be so dumb. It’s my fault for making my happiness dependent on someone elses attention”

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