Praise

It always hurts me to be praised or appreciated. Especially over text. I Can Not read it. It’s always too much. I can’t just be like “aww, that’s so sweet! thanks!” and go about my day.

I can’t even take people thinking positively of me. I can’t take it when my parents say they love me or when my girlfriend tries to express how she feels. I don’t want to hear it and I don’t know why. 

The only approval I trust is involuntary laughter. The laughs don’t lie. That’s why I do stand up. That’s why i do anything.