I have no idea what is reality and what is fiction. Can’t tell the difference. Everything feels like fiction to me.
Am I real or am I the figment of someone’s imagination? If I’m not real then why do I feel like I am? If I am real then why does the world treat me like I’m invisible?
I only seem to be visible when people want a scapegoat or a punching bag.
Why doesn’t anyone Love me? Why doesn’t anyone like me?
Why have I been beaten, raped, abused and neglected My entire life? What did I do to deserve this life of never ending loneliness and solitude?
People say to ask for help and on the rare occasion you do ask there isn’t any help if you happen to be in a man’s body. Yet I still come running anytime anyone else asks for help.