I feel like I have no valid reason to complain about the direction my life is going in. I mean it's my fault right? Like in the end it's not really the mental illness that made me stop going to college and move away from my family. Like in the end those were decisions I made right? It doesn't matter that I was depressed and it doesn't matter that I've got impulse issues. In the end it was me who chose this.
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I get so jealous I feel sick and I'm sorry I'm not perfect but how could I deserve this torture?
I’m traumatized cause every time I wanted reassurance, clarification and to share my feelings it was perceived as trying to argue, shit has really turned me into a cold person
I don't deserve the things I want
I dreamt of you last night
It was still Christmas
And I was a fairy
But that's not important
I went shopping with friends I don't have
And had fun
Then I ran into you
And got angry
We had a fight
But you kept following me
And I woke up
So viscerally uncomfortable
I had the urge to scream
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
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