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.
This is it. This is the only one. Of all the apps I have, and I have a lot.
I need more fucking rainbows.
It’s a damn good thing I think I’m funny, because a lot of the time, I’m the only one around to laugh at my jokes.Me, having ENTIRELY too much fun with a work project.