I made the mistake of letting myself think, giving room for my thoughts exist and i fucking..felt. no stimulation, no deafening light and sound just thinkiiing
I've never been one for words, and anything I have said just feels like its come out of an childs mouth. Angsty and dramtic or funny and silly. I think thats what I was.
I've been here a long time, longer than I'd like sometimes. I'd thought my now I'd have found a life for myself but thats just not realistic is it? I was happy being happy making you happy making us all happy this body but thats just it isn't it, it's not my body. Everytime I try to reach out and be taken seriously I get told off, and thats fine I can take a hit. Always enjoyed being a punching bag, and I mean that with full sincerity. Isn't that fucked? Maybe its because its what I was made for. Then why do I want more than this, thats fucking cruel. Why do I have the capacity to want things I can't ever have.
Every friend I've ever made never saw me as me, this body keeps dealing with fucked medical bullshit taking every opportunity for the things I loved to do away from me, I just wanted to be seen I just wanted to be seen I just wanted to be seen.

-Just a silly bunny girl <3 Tina