
Aeathelina
Little Homeless Girl
- Feb 5, 2020
- 307
So at the moment I'm living with my sister and her partner. I'm not in a good place mentally and have been journaling a lot today. And in the last three hours of writing I realized that I don't even seem to be a person.
Like my whole life I was someone else's confidant or object to brag about and now that I'm going to be on my own soon I am utterly terrifed. I'm not not ever been capable of being on my own.
I'm not human at this point, just a doll to be used and I'm not okay with it. The only way I'm going to become a free person is in Death.
Like my whole life I was someone else's confidant or object to brag about and now that I'm going to be on my own soon I am utterly terrifed. I'm not not ever been capable of being on my own.
I'm not human at this point, just a doll to be used and I'm not okay with it. The only way I'm going to become a free person is in Death.