My fear among people is that I will be judged for revealing what is going on inside me. I fear others will discover that I am not only imperfect; I'm not even okay. I fear that I truly am not okay.
Catalog
Melissa Broder
Like, what if you found out I am really not okay? What if you knew that I am suffering a lot right now and really scared? Would you flee? I don't want to find out.
I feel that the gum creates a barrier to intimacy between me and other people. It's never just me and another person. It's me, another person, and the gum.
If people never become real, it's harder for them to disappoint you. That's why the internet is good for sad people. You can be with people without having to be with people.
I would rather be on the Internet engaging with half-imaginary people in a fake way than in real life engaging with real people in a real way.
I am a puppy for attention from imaginary people. I am lonely among real human beings and would rather be on my phone than engage with reality.
I get nervous in undefined spaces and tend to sexualize things.
Text me back: a love story
I never liked myself: a love story
Validation is my main bitch.
I fear others will discover that I am not only imperfect; I’m not even okay. I fear that I truly am not okay. But most people who meet me never know that I am struggling. On the outside I am smiling. I am juggling all the balls of okayness: physical, emotional, mental, spiritual, existential.…
When you have low self-esteem, to be embraced at your most vile is a marvel.