I want to say a lot of things, most of these things go unsaid because I don't want others to carry my burdens on their shoulders. I want to tell my friends of my relapses, I want to tell them of my anxiety and worries, I want to tell them about the sleepless nights, about the endless crying, about the constant fighting of my parents in the background, of the fact that my feelings are being invalidated by my parents because "how could you be scared of us? You're lying.", I want to tell them about the word "liar" that's been carved into my left thigh, I want to tell them about my gender dysphoria, about the homophobia in the place I'm supposed to call home, I want to tell them about the fact that I'm "too young to know what I want or am.", I want to tell them about the endless thoughts of suicide, I want to tell them about the fruitless attempts of following through with those thoughts of suicide.
But life isn't about what I want to say, it's about what they need to hear, so I'll say I'm good with a goofy grin everyone knows is fake but are too scared to ask why.
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An output for my negative thoughts
RandomI'm going through a lot at the moment, I'm going to go to therapy soon but I need somewhere to put my feelings, and this is the only thing I could think of right now. There's no need to read this but if you're interested I guess go right on ahead.
