Feeling wrong about what anyone has to say about me should no longer make me feel bad about myself since I have heard bad things about myself since I can remember.
It’s not new stuff. It is the usual something like, damn, she means or why she has to ask me instead of someone else?
When people say that I am mean or even call me out of my name, it hurts but, I believe what gets to me the most is when people try to make it seem like I rather bother them than get off my ass and do things myself.
I wish I could tell them you fuck off, and you should try to rely on someone 24 hours, seven days a week, and have the same person that you depend on, making you feel like shit just because they can.
The rule of life is no one should bite the hands that feed you, but, in my case, I shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds me or helps me with my daily life task. So I don’t say anything.
I swallow things like garbage disposal, hoping that one day I can forget things.
The sad thing is no matter how much I try to tell people that they have hurt me, they will never get it because they have no idea what it is like to live trapped in their bodies.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly 
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