one life, one body. one existence.
And this is what I get. Born wrong, deformed, mutilated. Everything forever wrong. An outsider. Stuck in pain.
People have told me I’m grieving and I have to accept this, I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about it. About what should have been. What never can be.
And that’s it, isn’t it. I get one chance at this and this is what I get. I wish I’d been aborted and someone else got to live.
I know I post stuff like this semi often, it is just the biggest thing I deal with and all the time. I am constantly ruminating on this being it.