I envy you. You have family who for the most part, you can relate to. You're comforted. You've got people who adore you, dote upon you and would do anything for your sake.
I'm not saying I don't have these things at times. But when I look at you I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and desperation. Desperation to be in your position and for once understand how it feels to be... "normal."
I legitimately need someone to speak to right now.
I've been hiding in this bed for weeks from this
Throats raw from screaming and I haven't said a word
The sky is calling, and the stars, they point to this.
speak to me
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