I wish I could cry and let out all these feelings. But I can't. I is physically impossible for me to cry when I need to from all these years of hiding everything, not knowing if everyone else is seeing and hearing the things that I am.
Only thing that makes me cry these days is Dad. One of the few things I'm grateful towards about him. Our relationship is bittersweet, except I fake my sweet.
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Secrets ||Signed, Me||
RandomA place for me to document me processing my thoughts and feelings as they come out. Apologies 😔 TRIGGER WARNING -mention(s) of self harm, suicide (brief),disorderly eating, trauma, etc.
