How much of myself do i have to kill to be happy? That’s what it feels like. It feels like I’d have to murder the part of me that’s a girl
How much of myself do i have to kill to be happy? That’s what it feels like. It feels like I’d have to murder the part of me that’s a girl
that’s what it feels like for me too. i think if i were lovable it’d be easier to learn to accept but idk for sure