I am what I am and what I am is what triggers how I feel, I feel like I’m chained to this catastrophic period aka life.
Being slow, stupid, ugly means I’ll forever be subjected to rejection, judgment, bullying and sadness.
People constantly tell me to believe in myself but question is for what reason? It’s only sensible to believe in something for a reason, it would be dilusional to believe that you can flap your arms and fly.
I still don’t have what my heart desires, and all I desire is comfort, security, my own family respect, my limitations ensured that […]