I feel like a strange.
I don't know when it started, but now I can't even walk through my room without thinking it's not mine. I can't laugh at my friend's jokes or go to any places without thinking I don't fit in there.
everything I do feels like I'm not allowed to do it and I have to apologize for no reason. If I talked too much, if I laughed too loud. If I'm not doing anything and if I'm full of things to do.
every time, everywhere.
i feel like I'm not allowed to live.
Walking through your own room like it belongs to someone else is the line I keep coming back to. Such an ordinary place to feel that in.
That feeling of distance, of not belonging in spaces you're actually in. I know that one.
What you're describing, that's not strange. That's what happens when someone internalizes the message that they're in the way.
You're being harder on yourself than anyone else ever would. That's the whole trap, isn't it. Nobody else is keeping score.
When did apologizing for breathing become the default in your head?
I know.
I read that at 3am and it landed hard. That feeling of not being allowed. It's been a really specific kind of company for me too.
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I feel like a strange.