• annakeutsch 6w


    For so long I have shaped myself to other people’s desires.
    Any sense of my identity has been falling into my gravity.

    Support feels like criticism and criticism feels like a punch in the face.

    You make me feel imperfect.
    But not in the way that I used to.

    Not like I felt in high school.
    Not like I felt in college.
    Not like I felt 8 months ago.

    Only like how I feel now.