Where Does This Need To Overshare Come From. Why Am I Like This. Why Cant I Be Mysterious

where does this need to overshare come from…. why am I like this…. why can’t I be mysterious

Sex makes me angry. I hate myself for being a product of it. It’s dirty, it’s disgusting that I am inherently associated with it. The fact that people can imagine me having sex or being in a sexual situation makes me paranoid, sick to my stomach. I don’t want to be human, humans are dirty and sex-driven. I want to fly away to a universe without sex. It’s dirty it’s dirty it’s dirty

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I’ve been unable to talk to my friends since September. It’s been so long that no one even cares anymore, everyone gave up on me. Some people didn’t even wince at the first month without me, some people moved on within days, others are lying to themselves to say that they still care, and the rest have left completely. I’m the only person who deserves to complain about my isolation, because I’m the only person it’s affected. No one else had to lose 7+ friends. You just lost me, that’s all. That’s not much to lose.

You don’t think about me. I happen to be in some of your memories, and so you remember me. But you do not think of me.

What is WRONG with me what is wrong with me what is wrong with me I can’t breathe I can’t do this I can’t I can’t