I cannot continue living how I am.
It's not the worst, I know that. But I am getting treated like crap when I deserve better. I think I have exhausted everything I worked for because it was never for me.
I see the best in people, because I was forced to grow up loving my abusers.
Am I virtuous? Or foolish?
Am I loving? Or pathetic?
Somewhere in the middle perhaps, but highly susceptible to bullshit because it feels familiar.
I guess I'm sharing my personal shit on here again. Sorry. I feel so weird rn. Nauseous. I have to say it out loud. Maybe eventually I won't be a dumbass and I can be normal too. And people will talk to me like I matter, because I'll mean more than being a dumbass.
I see the best in people, because I was forced to grow up loving my abusers.
Am I virtuous? Or foolish?
Am I loving? Or pathetic?
Somewhere in the middle perhaps, but highly susceptible to bullshit because it feels familiar.
I guess I'm sharing my personal shit on here again. Sorry. I feel so weird rn. Nauseous. I have to say it out loud. Maybe eventually I won't be a dumbass and I can be normal too. And people will talk to me like I matter, because I'll mean more than being a dumbass.


