Prose for the compassionate judgmental types:
When you look at me what do you see? Do you see a bitch? Do you see a faker? A complainer? A whiner? An attention seeker? Someone making something out of nothing? Do you know what it is to be me? How scared I am? How alone? What I feel? How I hurt? How exhausted I am EVERY FUCKING DAY with no explanation, no relief? Do you think I WANT to feel this way? I WANT TO BE NORMAL! I want to be perfect! I want to be like YOU! You, who sits in your ivory tower watching, judging and whispering about how fucked up I am. Can't I join you? Won't you let me join YOUR club and quit this one?
dedicated to all the people who have "invisible" illnesses
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