why do i get so attached.. i just end up mentally and emotionally hurting myself

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why do i get so attached.. i just end up mentally and emotionally hurting myself
hi hello idk how many people still follow me or read my shit but this has always been my way of shouting into the void anonymously and so here it goes:
iāve been in a really bad space for the past 2.5 months. really bad. i was raped 2.5 months ago. itās been reported. my rapist is in jail with a bail of $2 million. the events that transpired for him to be put in custody are actually really fucking funny. like, as in, his dumbass came to the scene of the crime the next fucking day while i was there with police collecting evidence. i didnāt know this person before that night. i had just moved into a new apartment in la that i was living in for two weeks when it happened. i was kidnapped (technically), robbed, and sexually assaulted. and iām still in so much pain from it. i had to move back to my parentsā house in the bay, which, yes, is probably best for me, but it was because my roommate had used my assault as her way out.Ā
itās been really hard for me to ask for help. because although i know i have a stable support system, i donāt want to burden anyone with how fucked up i am. and feeling like certain people have left me in the dust at my lowest has gotten into my head, so i donāt know who actually has my back. case in point, thereās a dude. who i left in la, and has said that he was here for me before this happened and heās still there for me after it happened, but i donāt know if i feel it. fully, at least. especially when weāre apart i donāt. like when weāre together he makes me feel safe and happy, and so i never confront him about what i need. iāve been better about being more vulnerable, but i can never do it. and then when weāre apart, i have doubts. iām being vague, sorry. iām trying to step out of the victim mentality, but god damnit i am a victim. iām 23 fucking years old and i got raped. not that thereās a timeline on these things, but the past 2.5 months have gotten me thinking about how i can keep going, how i can move past this, and not use it as a crutch. i was supposed to testify against my rapist last week, but my hearing was postponed. the second time around. i drove down to fucking la for that shit. i wanted to get it over with, or at least get the ball rolling in terms of legal action, and yet it was pushed back again. just like my fucking life. i donāt think anyone is reading this, but i just had to actually post it. because to me, at least, thereās a difference between posting shit privately and just out into the ether. this is just where i am in my life. and i hope youāre doing better.
may the last months of 2017 be the plot twist you have been waiting for
Iām constantly torn between āif itās meant to be, it will beā and āif you want it, go and get it.ā
Ah yes, bed time. The one point during the day where I can suffer horizontally rather than vertically.
now that weāre talking about The Killers like every time When You Were Young comes on and theĀ āyou sit there in your heart ache waiting for some beautiful boy to come save you from your old waysā part comes on i honestly get my wig kicked all the fucking way back because its been years and my dumb ass is still waiting like sisā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦..
that song doesnāt have to go off like that
Aaliyah Dana Haughton (January 16, 1979 - August 25, 2001)
*watches a studio ghibli film* maybe⦠life is okay
please hurry, leave meĀ I canāt breatheĀ please donāt say you love meĀ čøććÆć”åćććć§Ā
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Growing up fat, you get made fun of for everything you do, even basic shit like eating and laughing and breathing are funny when you do it because youre fat! And its so hard to not carry that with you as you get older, like Iām still embarassed to eat or dance in front of people or smile in pictures and its ridiculous and I hate it and I wish I was treated with more humanity
Ok for real! I canāt bear to dance in front of people because ive been made to feel so ashamed of how my body moves. Sometimes Iāll tell thin people this and theyāre so shocked and sad and Iām just like, this has been my life since I was a little kid, being hypervigilant of how others will perceive my every movement!!!!!
It will always be you.
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