It sucks to always feel like you’re wrong, and it sucks worse to know that feeling and fearing that you’re wrong is also, most definitely wrong.me, always
I love that wherever I go, I startle people. Even though I’m tall and fat. They don’t hear me coming, or don’t see me waiting, or don’t realize I’ve walked into a room. It is one of my favorite parts of my life.me, after startling 10lbs off a coworker
I get nearly constant reminders that I am interruptible, that what I have to say isn’t as important as the more popular person approaching my group, that I am unimportant.me with my unsurprising low self-esteem
I don’t know much but I do know two things: you don’t owe anyone sex for any reason; and I am never right and my feelings are never valid.Me.
A therapist that doesn’t treat me but whom I need to work with so they can treat someone else told me today that they’re going to look for a therapist for me because I’m apparently not supposed to like being isolated and be happy in my wonderful, comforting rut of a life.Me, clinging to my isolation, because it’s fucking fine, I swear.