Not that thats anything new,
Anyway
I wish I knew why. I wish I understood.
I dont want to talk about it. I hate talking about it, but its been bothering me.
Sometimes I hate being touched. It makes my stomach upset. But I dont say anything. He even asked if I was ok and I said I was fine. I blatantly lied. I wanted to say no, but I couldnt. I didnt…
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I can relate, I still hate looking in the mirror, any kind words towards me I make a joke of. It’s the buried things, the ones we like to forget and we never speak of. I would love to say it will get better over time, but if we dont work on them they will keep poisoning us from the inside. Lying about it to the ones we love, so they dont have to worry. It’s hard to keep it up, and will be harder day by day. Hell, I wonder how I kept going for so long sometimes.