It seemed even easier to realize what I didn't need, since I'd been getting it all my life.

People telling me that I'm okay. People trying to convince me that there's nothing wrong. People trying to convince me that it's a phase. People trying to convince me that there's nothing to fix or, worse yet, that it's unfixable and ingrained in everyone. I don't need to feel inferior anymore. I don't need the fear, or the negativity, or the hate. Of them and of me. I don't need to blame people anymore.

Can I really learn all that, though?


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