Eighteen years later and I still feel so foreign in my own body. Will this ever stop? The guilt, the disgust, the despair? Oh, what would I give, to not feel this for a while.
My brain needs a break.
3 notes
·
View notes
I often wonder just how many people there are,
like me,
with the ability to see but they’re still so blind.
Seeing, but not feeling.
The funny thing is, I feel for each one of those people.
My heart is with them. Always.
It's just not where it’s supposed to be.
Beating life into my chest.
10 notes
·
View notes