
dealing with pain and doubt
They’re so pretty, and cool and smart and funny and sexy and GAHH I could just list adjectives all day. I’m not. I‘m ugly and nerdy and depressed and nasal and I cry a lot and I’m autistic. I will always imagine them as loving me, but sometimes I just can’t. They wouldn’t. They’d think I’m some ugly creepy geek and pass me by. They’re utter goddesses and I don’t deserve them. Usually taking my meds helps with this but it just doesn’t today. I want to tear all the photocopies of panels of them off of my wall. I’m too lazy and sad to do that, but I want to. I’ll try talking about this with my therapist but I just need to vent.
images of them so you can see how much better they are than me: https://imgur.com/a/JaPzqUT