Lazyandtalentless
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It feels like being stabbed over and over again with no one noticing the blood when I get insulted. Every word cuts deeper than the last, but instead of anyone seeing the damage, they just pile on more. It’s like screaming for help in a room full of people, but no one hears you—or worse, they hear you and choose to ignore. The wounds are there, oozing, making it harder and harder to hold myself together.
I try to tell myself it doesn’t matter, that words shouldn’t have this much power over me, but they do. Each insult becomes a part of me, something I carry around like invisible scars.
I try to tell myself it doesn’t matter, that words shouldn’t have this much power over me, but they do. Each insult becomes a part of me, something I carry around like invisible scars.