There’s nowhere safe to leave this anymore. Eyes are everywhere. So this will reside here. But it needs to be said. All my life. All my existence. I’ve been told how I’m wrong. How I’m the asshole , I’m the problem. Yet when I look up at others, everyone is INFINITELY more fucked up than I am. In life you choose. You. Or them. I’ve chose them before. It broke me. I’ll choose me every. Fucking. Time. You see the problem is . People want you to care in ways they don’t. They want more from you then they themselves are capable of. I will say this once . For myself to find whenever I may need or if others find solace in these words, you are not responsible for what others feel or what they think of you. You are only responsible for what you say and how you act. People want kindness but treat it as weakness. But when teeth are shown because you’ve left me no other choice, I am the bad guy? Fine. I am despair. I am desolation. I am the boogeyman. I am whatever you need me to be. Because apparently what I think of me doesn’t matter at all.
