I hate having trauma, ptsd, bipolar, and anxiety.
I hate when people get upset with me for having it.
Especially because I try so hard every day to be productive and meet personal goals.
I DO try hard and meet personal goals.
I’m honest about my struggles, and I’m not stupid.
Wish I had a teleporter.
Tired of the constant hoops and never feeling like I’m worth the time, when I am.
Tired of having to be strong all the time and hide it, when I’m not.
Tired of having to edit everything I write.
Never will I ever trust anyone enough again to actually let them close to me, or in my bed.
This whole year of my life has been total fucking shit, except for the family gatherings.
J.Rounds ©2020 ~Peaces of ME