Juniper's Garden

What is it called when you feel like you're not a real person, you don't "count" as much as other people do...? You're junk that people throw away? Is there a term for this?

It's like life has been punching me in the gut over and over throughout my life, saying, "You're not a real person!" Over and over. It never lets me forget.

What is it called when you feel like you're not a real person, you don't "count" as much as other people do...? You're junk that people throw away? Is there a term for this?

What is it called when you feel like you're not a real person, you don't "count" as much as other people do...? You're junk that people throw away? Is there a term for this?

Making out is so underrated… like… the lip biting, the soft gasps/moans when you slide your tongue into their mouth, the whimpers coming from the back of their throat when your hands wander around their body, feeling each other’s arousal and increased desire as the kissing becomes more intense.. like come on. It’s so fucking good.

I want to draw. I want to paint. I want to sew. I want to quilt. I want to program. I want write. I want to decorate. I want to converse. I want to love. I want to make art. I want everything that humanity can give me. I want to swallow the world whole. I want to love.