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what hurts is that they never asked me, they never wanted to know or have a nuanced conversation about it. they just decided what i was and am and choose whatever fit the image of me they decided was the real me. it hurts when someone you love so much does that. it hurts to know that you cant force someone to hear you but you just cant give up screaming so much your throat is raw and yoy taste blood because you so desperately want them them to listen to you.

lowkey why am i in love with my therapist. oh bc he talks to me, he asks me what i think, why i think that way, how i see things and why i see things that way. he says that it’s only natural that i have this mindset and that i havent done anything wrong or that im not weak. also he is fucking hot.