tw - bright colors, ketchup . . . im so tired of being the therapist friend. the happy one. when i figured out i was plural, it was worse. in my everyday life i had to handle switches, my friend's lives, and on top of that i was worried. worried for my headmates worried for one of my friends that seemed to only talk to us to vent worried for my rights yes- worried FOR MY OWN HUMAN RIGHTS. i'm scared. and i want to be home finally but home is in utah and im not im tired and i think im going to snap but i cant because i have to continue like this i feel lonely in a sea of people where they all look down on me in shame i feel like im becoming codependent on my friends on my relationships im not that same independent little child anymore but i let people walk on me like a doormat sorry if im not online as often
