Am I Really The Only One..?

Kittie / Charlotte (1999)

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Everyone tells me to stop surrounding myself with problematic people, but once I try to surround myself with better individuals, I'm the problematic one

“I haven’t done a cartwheel since I was nine”

I dont like talking about the things I like because my parents never showed interest when I tried to tell them about it. when they started trying, it was too late. and it always seems forced. I hate it. I hate them for it, for what they unknowingly planted in me. that my interests are not important and that no one will ever care enough to listen. because why would they, if my own parents won't?

Why does my day get worse as it progresses?

I feel dead some days. I just want to feel alive and not numb. Do people feel? And not just with their physical body?

more photos. from a party.

What if it's just me? I just have myself and that is it?