Telling my family who I am can definitely cause a huge rift, where I’m sent to a deserted island where no one would care or accept me for me. So distant myself further and further. But the further I go the more lonely I feel. With the confidence of a an aluminum can waiting to be recycled I never have the feeling to push myself to date. And when I try I feel that I’m not enough. I’m too big for someone to love me, I’m to broken for someone to love me, I’m to afraid for someone to love me. I try, and try, but end up being ignored, ghosted, or even just straight up told no after I say hi. Moving away and living my life has always been there. But don’t want to do it alone.