I can understand why something like that may be difficult for people to accept but I also think that anyone who doesn't accept you for you; isn't worth having in your life to begin with. I don't know. I have a real issue with people being made to feel not "normal."
Sometimes I feel I want to scream it out loud and not give a damn what people think. I wish I could express it to more people. You and I share a good number of friends and if I talked to them about it at length they would probably understand. They are great friends but we are not really tight. My family didn't accept it when I told them years ago. They think it was just temporary but it is part of me. It is an orientation, not a fetish or perversion. If you want to talk about it more we can since you seem at least willing to listen. I do get scared to tell people though because it is very taboo and I don't know who to trust. :(
You and me both! I just want to be a mommy when I grow up. I feel ridiculous because I'm only twenty and my heart aches when I see other women who are pregnant but I'm not. I'm too afraid of fucking up everyone's lives to go through with it.
I am afraid no one will ever love me. I am afraid when my parents die, I wont have anyone left who cares for me. I am afraid and it makes me hang on to anyone who acts like they care, even if it's fake, and even if I know it's fake, I value it a lot, and I never let it go.
I love and value myself. but I am still going to be alone. everyone acts in their own self interest. growing up just means lost time, lost ambitions, and lost curiosity. Shutting out the good is impossible, but I accept it so much it becomes a need. the need forces the good away. but then I am not even addicted to the good anymore, I am just addicted to what was good or what was making the good. there is no more good in my life. cool I go to school, yeah someday I will have a job helping people, but so what. In the end it means nothing, and we are all alone. When we are not alone in a time of need, we are a bother. a pity party. people feel sorry for us. they think highly of themselves because look at how they are helping this poor lost soul.
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I am afraid when my parents die, I wont have anyone left who cares for me. I am afraid and it makes me hang on to anyone who acts like they care, even if it's fake, and even if I know it's fake, I value it a lot, and I never let it go.
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I am done with life my friend.
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