i wish i could just fucking cry. then maybe id feel better. but im too busy picking up the fucking pieces from my parent’s damage. why do i have to do all the work. why do i have to suffer and hurt my own loved ones because i was an abused child. why is it MY responsibility. you took my autonomy. my ability to talk. my ability to love and socialize and cherish. im so fucking clammed up inside i cant even cry when im alone. i dont even know how to talk. i stutter and i trail and stumble and misplace words that dont make any sense. i dont even know how to word my thoughts or feelings. i dont know how to have my own opinions. i feel like everything is running right past me and im left behind in the dust