let's pretend we don't exist

talking about abuse when you've somewhat processed and come to terms with it is hard, because you don't want to be all like "yeah they used to let me out of the iron maiden once a week for some fresh air and exercise" to the uninitiated, but the thing is. sometimes they DID used to let you out of the iron maiden once a week for some fresh air and exercise.

like my every movement and interaction with the world was heavily controlled and surveilled by another person unless they temporarily lost interest in me so i was essentially cut off from society beyond the unavoidable for most of my formative years idk what to tell you

My entire existence is wrong. I’m way too sensitive. I get too attached. I’m clingy and annoying. All my misery is not because of other people, it’s because of me, because of the way I am. It’s not their problem that I’m all of the above. The problem begins with me and will only end with me

you didn’t kill me but you sure as fuck left me wishing you did