I'm pretty use to being use as a bait for people to get close to each other.
I'm pretty use to people telling me that I'm not annoying yet it doesn't seem to be true.
I'm pretty use to being blamed by my family.
I'm pretty use to being manipulated into thinking that it wasn't true or this was true.
I'm pretty use to feeling numb.
I'm pretty use to being the one out of the picture.
I'm pretty use to being call cute or hot when I know it's not true.
I'm pretty use to being called an overthinker.
I'm pretty use to being the odd ball out of the group
Im pretty use to being alone
I'm pretty use to hurting myself even if it's on propose.
Sometimes I believe it's not real.
Sometimes I believe they would be happier without me
Sometimes I believe I'm nothing
I'm pretty use to being called a mistake.
"Yeah. I know I'm a mistake, my family didn't want me anyways."
I'm pretty use to being told to go fucking kill myself.
"I wanted to do that for ever but something is stopping me."
What else do I accept of being use?
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The Selfless Me
Non-FictionSometimes, I just want to write out my feelings, y'know. It's okay to write what's going on in your head. It's okay to open a clean page and just write all the things you've held onto. It's okay to let loss on a piece of paper with a pen/pencil at...
