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People are just......interesting.
The world works in weird ways and we still cease to understand how it works.
Love is another interesting thing.
Why do we love things?
Yes, there's a whole explanation about chemical imbalances and different things going through your brain but That's not what I mean.
Why do we love things? Is it for our own sake and so we can stay sane or is it because we are dependent on praise or is it because we just like things to the point of love? What is love?
*sings what is love*
Because I hate love. Everything I love just treats me like I am lesser and I don't know if you have ever been degraded like that before but it hurts.
Taco just jokes about how ugly I am and how revolting I am and here I stand having to silently cry in an isolation of my mind being compressed by my depressing thoughts. I haven't self harmed in like 4 months but I am starting to urge on to it.
I am just sick of people treating me like trash.
Is it bad that I think that?
~TaylEr
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My Life: A Dramatic Narrative
غير روائيThis is the diary of my life as Tayler King. Read about the boring yet depressing life of a musical nerd lesbian. Enjoy
