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Person: *calls me gay*

Me: yeah I know.

Person: are you really?

Me: A little bit, honestly I don't give a fuck any way.




It feels like I just got over Accpecting myself. Then I sit there and have dysphoria to the point where I've just given up on thinking postive thoughts because when I do, I only make it worse without even trying. I just want to bang my head against the wall until I can't feel anything. It's like a loop that keeps going. And you can't even think about why or how you made it stop before. You can't  try, one word replaces the other until I've run out of tears to cry.





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