i sometimes feel so replaceable and lonely, i remember why i’m depressed, lol.
but today was just one of those days, in which i feel like nothing is worth living, like if i was taking away something to someone that deserves it more, which is so weird because i can not give life
worrying anyone, i live just to prove myself wrong, but what if i’m right? what if ill never experience true unbothered happiness as i do with sadness? i would understand it better if i was smarter or if i knew that i could give something to this world, but on the contrary, i
how to admit to the people who loves you that you are not ok again? after all this hard work, even though i know healing is not a linear process, it’s still hard to admit you have relapsed. again.
how many times do i have to do this over and over again to actually be better ?
vida en una falsa paz que solo significa que me harte de que los demás no me validaran y concluí que era mejor n validarme a mi mismo.
Estoy atrapado, solo quiero SER y ya. solo eso. quiero EXISTIR sin que nadie lo cuestione
Esoy harto de que mi simple existencia sea un tema de debate, ya no quiero ser una lucha social. neta que me costaba ser cis y vivir una vida cis y feliz, en vez de estar aqui rogando por validación y respeto. No teng ya suficiente con mi disforia? neta tenemos que sumarle todo
jamás lo entenderán, neta por nacer nb me merezco esto?
Y si es así, vale la pena seguir luchando por ser quien sé que soy?
o me estoy aferrando a la esperanza de una paz que jamás llegará?
neta estoy condenado dos opciones igual de malas: luchar o darme por vencido y vivir mi