i volunteer to give him children
“I thought people just pretended to feel love.”
is what you’ve just said the first time an adult looks at you like something is off.
Like you’re missing something.
Schoolmates, labpartners, co-workers will look at you the same way every time you tell someone this. So you learn to refrain from doing so. Some you bond with still, most you immediately dislike.
And most importantly, you learn one of the only things you’ll always get wrong.
People do actually feel the grand emotions of love and deep connections popular fiction constantly evolves around. You just don’t.
And the first time you’re asked “have you been diagnosed?”, you turn the topic elsewhere, but return home immediately afterwards to look it up and find something that doesn’t make your stomach churn with shame to connect with your already well developed sense of self, and you latch onto it.
So you go through life, having casual connections that you make sure stay that way. You keep telling yourself this is who you are, and it eventually becomes essential to the way you live.
There’s no real desire to have a close friend, a lover, or a partner.
Although here still remains an itch to have someone to connect properly to, you learn it’s probably best to live without.
Listen I can stop loving him whenever I want too ok? I don’t need any help…..cries softly while looking at pictures of him
Mostly all my followers should reblog.
No matter what.
if you can’t reblog this, i’m judging you.
Anon hate is cowardice
If you don’t want people to know its you saying it, then you know it’s something you shouldn’t be saying
Usually I won’t reblog if it says “I’m judging you” or “reblog no matter what”
But I feel like this is an important one. SO
reblog if you want to :)
I never have and never ever will