i don’t think people realize how heavy it is to always feel like you don’t belong anywhere. always the one left out, misunderstood, or just… there. not hated, but not chosen either. that kind of rejection builds a wall you don’t even mean to have. it’s been like that my whole life. and yeah, i’ve learned to deal with it, but deep down it’s a wound that never fully heals. i may not ever fit in or belong anywhere, & i’m learning to just be okay with that.
i have personality dysmorphia people are always telling me that i am sweet and kind and an angel when in my head. i affectionately consider myself a huge bitch
With fewer and fewer people reading every year, it’s urgent that you read daily. I don’t care why you do it: because it’s good for you, good for the world, because of the joy & renewal it brings. I just need you to read. Your life will be immeasurably richer if you read.