Why does each passing day gets worse for me
I don’t even wanna run away anymore
Why cant i say this to anyone real in my life right now
Why do i have to confess my real thoughts on strangers alp
I wish to fall of the building
I have been been keeping away every single person in my life
Is being rude to them
Showing as if I don’t need them Nd will be better off without them
But that’s not true
My heart knows that
I habe always been happy to see others happiness and achievements. But that’s getting harder
To what they feel “normal” is my dream.
I wish I had a normal timeline like others.
Prolly average opportunities too
All of these reminds of my childhood. I had dyslexia.
It always felt like i was at bottom of the social ladder, always wishing to be in middle like others.
I remember the helpless and being vulnerable
It’s same. I am feeling same after turning 25
I don’t have the capability to wash my parents anymore
I am a disgrace
They don’t deserve a kid like me. Who’s nothing but a burden
There’s no point of crying about it where stress is clearly harming my body
Better to make quick thn slow one
