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i'm stupid.

i don't listen to what others say wholly, sometimes i'll miss a word or two.
i'll completely misunderstand and when you call me out and say to listen, i'll freeze and apologize profusely.

i'm oversensitive.

when you tell me in a harsh tone, i will walk away and hide.
i'll find the nearest empty room or corner and i will let the tears run down my face knowing you must think i'm stupid.

i'm broken.
different pieces of myself hold different personalities, i can be nice to you but once you get me upset i'll lash out. usually irrationally.
you'll tell me what i give you whiplash, that i switch personalities way too much and to just pick one.
what you don't realize that i've never had just one–– i have multiple.

i'm worthless.
you don't have to tell me, i already know.
i can see it in the way you look at me once i get scolded for not listening, you look at me as if you pity me for being so daft.
i see it when you see me cry over something menial, knowing that i'm overreacting and tell me to 'just be happy.'
i see it when you tell me you love working with me and then call me a bitch the moment i try to set you straight.

i don't need to be told these things.
they're just facts of life.