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06 October 2014
1.54PM
I have a confession. I think something's wrong with me. I think every part of me is filled with flaws that people can see with their naked eyes and every atom in my body is screaming, "There must be something terribly wrong with you." Because why else would people treat me like shit. Like I don't matter, like I don't exist. They treat me like I'm replaceable and invisible. Like I am just a worthless piece of shit. I know I'm not good enough but I don't know how much I have not done enough. What's happening to me. Please, someone.

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.”
“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it's done. It's that easy, and that hard.”