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Ned Vizzini

When you are at a point where you have to schedule crying sessions so you don't meltdown in public due to minor inconveniences because of pent up stuff

melangedmess

i was just a vessel to my parents to fill up with their anger, guilt, trauma. i was just a vessel for every person i ever met, to dump their lies, mistakes, needs in it. nobody ever bothered to check, nobody waited. i was never a person to anyone

"Here we are in the twenty-first century, surrounded by miracles of our own making. We’ve figured out how to see each other on tiny little screens we carry around in our pockets. We’ve figured out how to make a seventeen-year-old heart beat in a sixty-year-old chest. How to track monarch butterflies from Manitoba to Michoacán. How to map galaxies we can’t even see. As a species, we can be pretty awesome. So why is it so hard to figure out where you should or shouldn’t put your penis? Or understand that nobody asks to be raped?"

From 'What We Talk About When We Talk About Rape' by Sohaila Abdulali.(Chapter 6)

But do you not look at your life and wonder what may have been if we conducted ourselves differently?

That is a fool's form of torture.

By Colin Bridgerton and Marina Crane, respectively.

it-keeps-gl0wing

"You're so quiet"

Yeah it's called years of being ignored, spoken over and laughed at so much that I eventually gave up and then developed social anxiety disorder. Thanks for bringing it up.

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Me listening to fam talk bad about my father who has negative tendencies (most likely due to bad mental health) knowing full well i possess them too, can relate and feel hurt for him and for me while listening.

Just me and my journal against the world i guess.