How can I relate to these feelings when I never experienced what they are telling?
Hearing about sob love stories reminds me of my monsters, the ones I escaped from. Only to find more around the corner.
Short memory.
Selective memory.
Shocking shamelessness.
Torture.
Psychological bullying.
Gaslight.
I can’t relate, yet I am affected by it. This is fucking embarrasing.
I’m still at the bottom of the trap hole, well inside the woods, in pitch-black darkness, guessing.
Wasting my life away.