I think many ppl would be better off if I want around.

Idfk. Anyone I care about acts like im a fucking problem? Maybe it's cause I found our mom dead? So that image is correlated? Maybe it's cause I got my dad safe when he wiped out his motorcycle? Maybe bc im always there there's an expectation of me. . . But I'm so fucking broken. The facets of my reality are shattered quite consistently when every aspect of my trauma pierces my soul like a fkn nail. I guess this whole thing comes down to .. how the fuck do you keep going when no one really gives a fuck? Even yourself...