mogglings where you at

I grew up around some pretty fucked up people

I felt bad for them all, and they felt bad for themselves, so we ate each other up with a miserable rue

Hm

They taught me how to be sick, where to find your sickness, who it find it in . How to make it feel right

How to make it make sense

It never quite did, it never quite does

I want to be well now, and forever, to the best of my ability . I don’t ever want to hurt anything ever ever ever again. I don’t want to know how to make it feel right. Im not that person they taught me to be

But I’ve seen all the same things as them. I feel an ache in my heart for them the way I do for myself .

How do I know we aren’t the same, I’m not inside their minds, they aren’t inside mine . God Im so scared Im so so scared to see them in my mirror