The biggest fucker of a… well, right now I’m in a state and can’t think of the stupid word…
We’re told to speak, to voice our opinions, to not be afraid of telling someone how we feel; we decide to be brave, to speak, to let our voice be heard, to make our feelings known; and then we remember why we choose not to speak, to make our opinions known, or to explain how we feel.
Yeap. In the space of two or three days I’ve severely fucked off two important people in my life, and as I sit here in tears, trying to breath properly rather than hyperventilate, all I can think is “and that is why you don’t do people, you stupid bitch.”
I feel useless, as if I don’t belong; society isn’t a place for me. I’ve tried to be so brave, to socialise, to open up and go against every instinct in my body that tells me to run and hide. Now I just want to run and hide more.
Why do I bother interacting and trying to be ‘normal’, when it just blows up in my fucking face?
Emma Knits 
Not gonna let you run and hide because I love you.
Letting the words out is better than letting them faster in your mind until it snowball’s into a giant ball of horror.
I know it’s hard. I know it hurts.
But you are not alone.
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