My house is set up so I can hear my parents having sex from many rooms away and it’s so friggen awkward.
I’m afraid of getting crushes on people. Every time I feel butterflies, I have to stomp on them because that attraction could turn into an obsessive crush. It could turn into me spending every second of every day fantasizing about someone who has no interest in me. It could vamp up my anxiety and depression tenfold. Vamp it up so I can’t even function anymore.
This isn’t fair. Even if boys never like me back, I shouldn’t need to cut and degrade myself every time I start liking someone.
When people say you should “be yourself” they’re lying
They want you to be normal in a vaguely quirky way
They want you to be normal every single day
They meant different like nerdy kids in high school movies
Not transexual, mentally unstable, or autistic
Okay well this picture has really bad quality, but let me tell you a story. There’s this boy, and his name’s Dyllon. He’s the biggest bully and he’s always throwing stuff at me in school and I get so annoyed with him like he’s so rude. But today, I wore this brown cardigan thingy and the sleeves went down just past my elbows, so you could see some of my scars. In English I went to go hand him a pen or something and he saw them and he grabbed my arm and he like stroked one of them and smiled at me and I got really red and I thought he was gonna make fun of me for them, so I turned the other way. But he grabbed me and he hugged me and told me he loved me and then he showed me his arm and he had them too and I started crying and he told me it wasn’t worth it and that it’s okay and then he gave me his number and said if I ever needed him for anything to call him and he would do anything for me, even take the bus to my house if I needed him. It was the most serious I’d ever seen him be and i just love him so so much
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