Self-blame is hella hard, and being blamed is a different story.
And as of today, I learnt that — while I'm still healing myself and still trying to mend my cracks, and even while still fixing myself & my triggering points — I became someone else. To the point that I don't know myself either, or neither of them knows me.
But please know, that I'm trying to ruin my norms to fit it, and that'll be my biggest mistake, even so I wanna see myself being accepted and understood.
The hardest thing for me is not knowing myself anymore not even knowing my path, my dreams, and my strength. Maybe I'm considering myself as a kid longing for all the attention, care, and acceptance. This is my inner child, screaming for freedom, dreaming for serenity.
Seems like a nightmare, but it's me, my reality.
And trust me, if only you could read my mind, you'll be treating me the same way I'm treating myself right now. A trash.
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