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SophiaGrace
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I didn’t used to hate myself. In days past I just felt aloneness. Now self-hatred is a constant-companion. The aloneness would usually feel as though I were an alien. The feeling that everyone else in the world, had wonderful lives, and that I was just watching their wonderful lives unfold in front of me. I guess you might term that a sort of dissociation. I would think to myself.
“I don’t belong here.”
“I am not a part of them.”
And this was my loneliness. This feeling of being so utterly cut off from the world that I was simply an observer rather than a participant.
Some days I still feel this, though maybe I have gotten used to it.
Someone online once told me that most peoples differences are inside of themselves. That most peoples struggles are inside of themselves, and that was different than my issues, which were so apparent with my physical disability, which I could not hide. Ironically it was someone from craigslist that told me that, but you can find bits of wisdom in the most odd places.
So I guess that gave me some solace, knowing that people have internal struggles and that I cannot see them. I still am a loner though. I’ve been like this for a long time.
Now I hate myself, but that’s a story for another thread.
“I don’t belong here.”
“I am not a part of them.”
And this was my loneliness. This feeling of being so utterly cut off from the world that I was simply an observer rather than a participant.
Some days I still feel this, though maybe I have gotten used to it.
Someone online once told me that most peoples differences are inside of themselves. That most peoples struggles are inside of themselves, and that was different than my issues, which were so apparent with my physical disability, which I could not hide. Ironically it was someone from craigslist that told me that, but you can find bits of wisdom in the most odd places.
So I guess that gave me some solace, knowing that people have internal struggles and that I cannot see them. I still am a loner though. I’ve been like this for a long time.
Now I hate myself, but that’s a story for another thread.