I’m nothing special. I’m fat; I’m ugly; I don’t have any talents; I have a bad character; I don’t have any friends, I’m nothing.
sorrythisisallicanbe
i don’t deserve anyone’s love and affection I don’t deserve it I don’t
To all the people who constantly zoned out and daydreamed as a kid and probably told off for it, who learnt how to cry silently before the age of ten and maybe stopped crying entirely, who used books as an escape method and would constantly daydream about running off to a fantasy world, who is most likely now a burnt-out neurodivergent who didn't get diagnosed early so they self-diagnosed instead, and who now wants to groan at the thought of having to wake up another day,
how's the childhood trauma, deep-rooted love hate relationship with your parents, lack of self-esteem and sense of self, and raging queerness doing? you good?
I’m nothing. I’m nothing but a waste of space. A annoyance. A burden. A failure. A disability. A disorder. A freak. A monster. A unlovable. Unwanted. Worthless piece of garbage that will always be just that. Nothing at all.