Vic'

I wish I had somewhere to call home.
          This isn't a home, this is an emotional and physical torture place that makes me lose my sanity everyday.
          Am I born to wait for this suffering to end? The thing is it'll end at either her death or mine. 
          
          I wish I had more time, I want to live, I really do. But when I can't, how do I breathe? 
          I want to know, yet I don't.
          I don't know anything truly, it's a shame.
          
          I want to love everything I missed, but I can't with her, I can't be my true self, I can't love, have interests.
          
          I'm born to be her playdoll, her eternal baby she can use, her daughter-statue, her husband, her friend, her therapist, her s-partner, her object.
          
          I'm a thing, I dont want to be one.

Test

They hate me I hate them fine idc I broke something in my brain 
          I'm erratic I'm a danger human danger kill me 

Been shaking for two days in a row, terrible headache, no balance, worse than ever
          Nobody nobody though I TOLD THEM

Attempted, told it, got ignored 

I'm honestly having a nervous breakdown everyday
          I'm so exhausted and fed up
          The void has grown insane lately 
          I just wish for someone to drive over me please 

Everydays reminds me more why I hate it here

Oh my God it's actually insane how I became an english writer instead of a french one.
          Like french is more like a expression language. Like it's so interesting for me to write in french but I have so much facility to write in english.
          That's a part of why I'm now on the english version of AO3.
          Sorry Wattpad, that shit is better.
          And nobody's reporting me there.
          Love you a bit tho
          I may stay here for a bit more buuuut I might not write more 

I read a story, I couldn't bring myself to finish it but I will when my mental state is more stable
          It was really something, I wanted to cry so much and After posting this I think I will.
          These words broke every pieces of me, I felt like it was me in this story.
          Those words put a sense of everything I ever felt, of every aspect of my life.
          I dont know what I'm gonna do know I know what I am, with all the things I understand now
          I'm shaking, it was wrong, it was bad, I wanted to bury all of this
          Ok but now I think with all the things I understood, I can do something
          Think it's up to me rn

Somehow, I dont wanna be seen or known, just let me on the side and look I what I did, not what I am