✯Sincerely, Me✯

☯LivingWithMyself☯
2018-05-31 04:18:41 (UTC)

Why Is It Always Me

Dear Reader,

Right now I’m laying on the bottom bunk of my brothers bunk bed in their room because my stupid fucking grandma offered my alcoholic aunt MY room and now she’s here for who knows how long...


I’m crying and I’m having so much anxiety because that’s MY personal space... that’s my bed.. and now I don’t have personal space because of my stupid grandma.

I’m so introverted and live with serious anxieties that I NEED my personal space to recharge. I get so stressed and aggravated all day being around them that I NEED to have alone time.. and nest in my room..

It always has to be me.. it always has to be me to give up my things and my space.. and my time.. and no one even bothers to ask how I feel about it.. they just expect me to just do what they want and sacrifice.. and I hate it.

Why me.. why me.. I wish I had somewhere else to go.. someone to talk to.. so high strung right now and I’m so angry and upset...

And of course if I voice any of this, it makes me a selfish asshole.. it makes me a terrible person..

They just don’t understand how important it is for me to have my room and how much it hurts for them to take it away and give it to someone else and all my things are still in it.

I feel so worthless and alone and no body gives a shit about me.. I just wish I could disappear.

Sincerely,
Me




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