I fucked up and came out to my parents via a note slipped under their door.
Stepdad yelled at me. Mom pulled the crying card. I’ve already blocked most of the experience out of my head, and I’d be wrong in trying to explain what they yelled and cried at me about.
Happy thanksgiving.
it’s so scary feeling like you manipulate everyone who loves you just by being Extremely Sad and them noticing it… like… im so sad a lot of the time and i dont want other people to be trapped by that sadness
constantly going “am i being Sad too loudly? am i being Sad too obviously? is this manipulative?” even while in the middle of a crisis