I'm 20 and I have a girlfriend in my life who I love very, very much
both of our lives have been pretty fucked up and I find it hard to bridge that gap between us sometimes, I don't get any catharsis out of being open about the deluge of awful brain sludge that I deal with daily and neither does she. I feel guilty about it because despite how good my life is it all feels so hopeless sometimes, and the guilt comes from how nothing in my life has earned me the right to feel so crushed by everything. My identity is awful and the person I exist as is such a phony piece of shit and molting out of that shell is so fucking scary I don't know if I'm really ready to throw away the comfort of not being me. Or if there's any point to 'being' anybody at all or if i ever really was in a weird way?
Anyway have this pape it's one of my faves <3