I’m a broken human.
I’m emotionally unstable and suffer from two, probably three, diagnosable mental illnesses.
I struggle with self-harm and low self-esteem. My brain in constantly telling me that people hate me, that I’m a horrible worthless person, and no matter how much people prove otherwise, no matter that I know the voices are wrong, nothing can convince my brain that I’m worth more than the dirt on the bottom of my shoes.
My gender is non-binary or nonexistent. My body may have been labeled “female” but that has never been the way it felt. Society constantly screams at me to follow rigid norms, to choose one or the other, but I don’t. I can’t. Even trying to use the bathroom can feel like choosing between which leg to chop off. The consequence is that I suffer from dysphoria and a constant anxiety that I’ll never fit in, never be understood, never be fully accepted. That it’s me and not society that has to change. That if I just tried a little harder everything would work out just fine. But I’ve been trying as hard as I can for my entire life. I deserve a break that I’m never going to get.
You’re my favorite kind of person.
You’re quiet but you have the power to speak your mind if people are willing to listen.
You take the time to listen.
When you state your opinions you let people know that’s what they are.
You’re 100% okay with agreeing to disagree. You don’t see disagreements as a roadblock to friendship.
You’re okay with admitting you’ve had struggles, while acknowledging that you might not understand those of others.
You don’t sympathize with people, you empathize.
You understand it’s okay to not like everyone. You get that it’s not your duty to be everyone’s friend. You’re cool with being selective. You understand quality is better than quantity.
You’re fun to talk to. You appreciate popular media but you dig below the surface to see what deeper meanings and implications the stories may hold.
You’re excited to share your passions with others and you are open to listening when others want to share their passions with you.
You’re eager to learn and excited to make an impact in this world.
You seek me out when almost no one else will.
There are few things I want more than to be with you, talk with you every day, feel you holding me so I know that things are eventually going to be alright. To have you around to confide in and share in the intimate parts of your life. I want to know the details of your day. I want to be a part of your routine.
But I don’t want to break you like I’ve been broken.
I don’t want to suck you in to the disaster that is my life.
I don’t want to upset you if you have to tell me you’re not comfortable dating someone who’s not a girl.
I don’t want to put you through any kind of emotional upset.
Because after knowing you for only a few months, I care about you too much.
I can’t be so selfish as to put you through that.
To put you in a spot where you might have to choose. Where you might struggle when I convince myself you don’t care about me. I don’t want you to feel like you have to prove yourself. I don’t want to draw you in and then push you away. I don’t want you to suffer the emotional tug-of-war that was my last relationship.
I don’t want you to care too much.
I don’t want you to become afraid of me.
So instead of telling you I’ll keep it to myself.
Better to see you wind up with someone else than with me.