IItIt never ceases to penetrate the parts of me that are good
Bts filth and destruction never cease to linger
Hut the real hell was my mind
Bell is the world I was born into
Iecause I deserve to be in hell
I won’t thrive in heaven
I don’t need salvation
don’t need redemption
I never finished it (it’s way shorter than my other headcanons) but other than that I had it almost complete and ready to post, so I thought, why not just post it as is? Better than keeping it in my drafts.
Gue pernah ke psikolog, alesannya gue susah punya attachment baik sama keluarga, temen, pasangan, siapapun. Penyebabnya, tentu childhood trauma. Gue cerita ketakutan-ketakutan gue dengan kondisi ini. Pengen jadi makhluk sosial pada umumnya, attached with someone.
FRake people only support you when they still feel ahead of you.Aeal people clap when you grow.
nd if that makes somebody uncomfortable, that means they were only comfortable with the version of me that stayed small.