OliverGarden
Neverchild
- Dec 22, 2025
- 31
I feel like I'm destined to fail. I was never taught to love, how to have healthy relationships, how to cope, how to move forward, how to be independent. My life failed me, and I carry that burden like a cancer festering in my spine, waiting for the last breath to exit my body, triumphant. The last breath feels ever nearer, some days. Distant, others. But it feels like death is always looming. I do regret it. I do regret being me. I'm not... proud of being me. Why would I be? I am a terrible, unforgivable monster. I ruin everyone that's ever loved me, and I can't bear to see the pain I inflict on them, like a victim and not the abuser. I feel myself getting better, and worse, and better, and worse... unchanging, but still melding into... something I guess.
I got into my dream uni. Hurray!
I also made my boyfriend feel objectified due to my hypersexuality. A byproduct of my upbringing being groomed - said byproduct having cost me so many good things in life... so much love, so much time.
I hoped that with time, and effort, and love, I could change myself for the better.
Now I know though, that all I can change, is a line in an obituary.
I got into my dream uni. Hurray!
I also made my boyfriend feel objectified due to my hypersexuality. A byproduct of my upbringing being groomed - said byproduct having cost me so many good things in life... so much love, so much time.
I hoped that with time, and effort, and love, I could change myself for the better.
Now I know though, that all I can change, is a line in an obituary.
