I know we don’t like to be left behind, but it’s inevitable. It’s like swimming while trying not to sink, it’s a strain and it’s traumatizing and it’s alone. Sometimes people don’t even know they are hurting the other person, or act like they don’t know what they could possibly be doing wrong but it is so possible. It’s possible to make someone feel forgotten or excluded from the world as if there is nothing or no one else to go to. Where can I go when the people I love treat me like I’m not there? What can I do to show that I am here and I am all in.
All I know is I need a person who is in it, with me. I need someone who will support me through the things I do completely wrong, I need someone who won’t say “Did you not know that?” When I don’t know the answer, I need someone real who won’t walk away because I’m not known to run after you and I won’t make you remember me in screaming color but rather in black and white. And if you don’t like the bland color then you should’ve been there when it was bright.
— From Behind, ultra-mckenzie-me