The_SPN_gay_GUY

I just want to say something real quick you can ignore this or read if you want but please don’t say anything I don’t want pity or comfort I’m fine
          	
          	I have this thing where I’ll make false situations in my head and all these unreal problems. I do this not to get attention not to get clout or people’s pity I do it because it makes me feel better about my self. That probably doesn’t make sense so I’ll explain. I was put in foster care not even a day after I was born and that wasn’t as traumatic as some would think. I always felt bad for the people who have rough childhoods and adulthood’s. I created these illusions because I felt bad that I was that one in whatever who ended up happy. I never got death threats or had to watch my family pass away when I was young or got bullied in school. I live happy but it changed. I gave myself real anxiety and real suicidal thoughts because I could take care of reality my illusions became real. I can’t even tell my parents I hate my body or I hate how popular people are and I’m not. I can’t tell my parent I don’t want to eat because I think I look fat and can’t stand to look at my self. I can’t tell the school therapist why I have finger nail marks on my arm and I can’t tell them why I did it. I can’t tell the teachers why I forget my homework or why I can’t focus in class. Because I don’t know why. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me. I make myself hate me more than I’m willing to admit because as long as I’m not happy I’m not burdened with ā€œoh you should be lucky your happyā€ ā€œyour lucky you didn’t have trauma as a child/adultā€ ā€œyour so prettyā€ and a whole lot more because I don’t want that and I never have. 
          	
          	Thank you for listening and I told you this because you guys and girls don’t know me not like they do on Instagram or TikTok and so I can’t get this off my chest but here I can so if you made this far sorry for wasting your time and goodbye

The_SPN_gay_GUY

I just want to say something real quick you can ignore this or read if you want but please don’t say anything I don’t want pity or comfort I’m fine
          
          I have this thing where I’ll make false situations in my head and all these unreal problems. I do this not to get attention not to get clout or people’s pity I do it because it makes me feel better about my self. That probably doesn’t make sense so I’ll explain. I was put in foster care not even a day after I was born and that wasn’t as traumatic as some would think. I always felt bad for the people who have rough childhoods and adulthood’s. I created these illusions because I felt bad that I was that one in whatever who ended up happy. I never got death threats or had to watch my family pass away when I was young or got bullied in school. I live happy but it changed. I gave myself real anxiety and real suicidal thoughts because I could take care of reality my illusions became real. I can’t even tell my parents I hate my body or I hate how popular people are and I’m not. I can’t tell my parent I don’t want to eat because I think I look fat and can’t stand to look at my self. I can’t tell the school therapist why I have finger nail marks on my arm and I can’t tell them why I did it. I can’t tell the teachers why I forget my homework or why I can’t focus in class. Because I don’t know why. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me. I make myself hate me more than I’m willing to admit because as long as I’m not happy I’m not burdened with ā€œoh you should be lucky your happyā€ ā€œyour lucky you didn’t have trauma as a child/adultā€ ā€œyour so prettyā€ and a whole lot more because I don’t want that and I never have. 
          
          Thank you for listening and I told you this because you guys and girls don’t know me not like they do on Instagram or TikTok and so I can’t get this off my chest but here I can so if you made this far sorry for wasting your time and goodbye

The_SPN_gay_GUY

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Ok so I know no one see these so here we go today I had like a mix of an anxiety attack and just regular hyperventilating and then I was sent to my dad because he’s the principal at my school we talk he saw the cuts on my arm and then after I was depressed as shit but then I talk to my group chat of crazy friends and now I feel better bye I just wanted to get that off my chest