Unnecessary
The thing is, I fear, that I’m disposable.
That I’m not needed.
That I’m removable. Like your tonsils.
And I really just want to matter.
The thing is, I fear, that I’m disposable.
That I’m not needed.
That I’m removable. Like your tonsils.
And I really just want to matter.
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i know it may not seem like it, but you are not disposable. you are needed. you don’t notice all the ways you affect the people around you, it’s beyond our powers of observation, but you do affect them, in good ways. you are an amazing woman with an amazing future ahead. and being 18 doesn’t magically make things all perfect cuz you’re an ‘adult.’ i’m 20 and i’m still waiting to feel like an adult
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times like these i’m forced to wonder if ignorance really is bliss
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I didn’t go into detail. I just wrote it out (in a private entry for a week) to get the basics in the open. I wish I could have seen you. You are not disposable to me, but I’m going nowhere fast right now, and you have opportunities to do anything you want to. Mine are far more limited, and I’m scared of failure too. I guess I’m just better at covering it up, because trust me. I’m terrified.
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