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ruined at my feet
Clarence John Laughlin (1905–1985)
“The Advent of Anonymous Man”
gelatin silver print, 1949, printed 1976
old things have strange hungers
i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself
i wish i felt like i was worth something
This is all I'm ever gonna be, isn't it?
A life spent thinking about death.
I remember being a kid and hating myself every time I made a mistake and was punished.
My parents laugh about the fact that I used to draw sad faces with a ton of tears hidden behind my childhood dresser every time I was punished or sad or made a mistake.
I can't help but to wonder what is so funny about a little girl suffering in silence at such a young age. A little girl drawing tons of sad faces where nobody can see every time she made a mistake because when she was little she was told that making a mistake meant you were bad and unlovable.
Everyone must be so sick of me. I am sure they are. I am trying to hold it together, but i cant.
lol i'm back here again.
why do the sad feelings never actually go away?
I don't even know what to do anymore.