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Yeah, I get that feeling.
No matter how hard I try, I'm always going to be me.
No matter how fast I run, I'm always going to be a pace behind and out of step.
No matter how well I do, it's never going to be the same.
No matter what I do, IT will always be there, waiting for me to let my guard down.
Even if I should somehow beat IT, the stigma will follow me FOREVER.
I want to be bright, and shiny, and gossipy, and giggly, and mascara-y, and NORMAL. I can fake all those things...
...but they are only a fake, a hollow shell, that is fabricated and maintained at enormous cost and that gives me absolutely nothing other than the security of knowing that I appear perfectly normal and am probably not being judged.
I am SO TIRED. I know I am supposed to fight this, that these are the black, self-hating thoughts that I'm not supposed to allow to dictate my life, but-- f**k it. If you have to fight to keep from believing something, day after day, all your life, it might just be that it's because IT'S TRUE.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"