My personality is a textbook case of executive function disorder, paired with narcissism and victim complex almost as if to ensure nobody has empathy.
I’m completely unemployable. Having never had meaningful employment.
I’m transsexual. Been all my life and came out pretty late (well for a whIle I just wanted to be a girl, I didn’t know how to be trans )
My school record is filled with classes that are marked zero from me freaking out and abandoning.
I have seperation anxiety from the only website that loved me after I freaked out on them.
I will only ever be the person that knows an uncomfortable amount about drug physiology for someone who isn’t a doctor.
I can’t stop drinking my sorrows away.
I want to die, I want to show the world it hurt me. Real rope moments, I’m in most of the risk groups. Alcoholic, trans, ostracized, previous attempt
There is these sweet, vulnerable people I want to live for though, and I don’t know how. They have so much love and empathy. I’ll find a way. This broken body is a beautiful gift, but they are more so.
@Shylover
Deserve what?