I hate it when my family talks about me. They don't make it better. They love me, yes, but sometimes it doesn't feel like it. Sometimes I think im a failure of a child, that they hate me. Bf keeps telling me "babe, they love you" but I cant help it. It's not my fault that my anxiety makes me genuinely question whether they all hate me or not. Im a disappointment of a child.
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