This Year I Spent Almost Half Of My Paycheck To Throw Myself A Birthday Party And My Mom Asked Me Why

I’m not “a little bit” in love with my friends. I’ve straight up just been-

IN LOVE WITH MY FRIENDS

I’ve always felt infatuated about my friends! I just love them so much!!

You always hear, “You need to be best friends with your SO”

But why can’t they just be friends? Why do you need a romantic add-on? You can literally do everything with a friend I don’t understand.

This is an aromantic message

you love so easily, you see a way to love everyone and I think that's amazing but somehow that's so bitter, because you love everyone maybe loving me isn't special

To those who have bad relationships with their mother, who feel lost, who feel ugly or not enough, who feel like making friends is the hardest thing ever:

I see you! And you deserve to be fully appreciated and loved.

Do not give up on yourself because you're here for you! This is your life, you matter and your happiness matters! Reaching for help isn't bothersome, it's beautiful and needed.

What coming out as aroace feels like

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

All that I know about me is that I exist. To me I've always existed and the fact one day I won't exist anymore terrifies me.

KAPOW!!!!!

if you aren't just a tiny bit in love with your friends then idk you might be doing something wrong

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