complexofaqueer

I know, the actions I take and condone aren't fitting for most or even at times myself.    I action on such emotion,  that it leaves me even questioning my outcome and take on them.    I try to speak but most of the time my voice gets lost within all the surrounding noise.      The white noise that renders me to my knees,  as if a prayer could save me.   God cannot save the ones who don't wish to be helped and / or saved themselves, when did it get this bad?  when did ignoring my emotion and acting on such behaviors come to play when at the end of the day, I'm left within nothing but myself to blame.    I try to avoid talking, because in my e

I am someone who struggles with insecurities,nicotine intake and my identity. I suffer from depression, anxiety and issues that could cover a complete novel series.  I am someone who hates her own reflection and covers her pained expression with a false smile, hidden behind layers of deep laughter. I suffer from a loathing disorder that mentally rapes me daily,     one that holds me down roughly and leaves me in a worse state than the day before. I am someone, who rather burn and take a blade across her tethered skin than dare to mutter a single word.  Someone whom suffers silently - in the dark,  begging ( praying ) that one day, this will