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Feb 19, 2019 01:26PM
Sanders refuses to give the country to it's future and has a full belief we could switch to socialism in quick steps.
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Sanders being president would lead to an economic crisis
also my intrusive thoughts are problem when I'm on my period bc m brain is like just carve out your uterus with a knife. do it.
I am very much not okay atm
I’m so bad at asking for help
2 years ago today I was really living the dream 💔
A year ago today I ran into a truck with my tho
I can't remember a time before this ache.
Like it's hard bc I've literally been depressed since I was 12 years old.
I'm so afraid without mental illness I won't recognise myself
Who am I without it, you know?
I unfriend everyone who uses ma'am memes and I'm not even sorry
i keep hoping it'll be worth it
I'm sorry it's rough sometimes.
Sometimes I miss being sick
The grimiest part of me wishes I had stayed
In that familiar city of grey and mental illness
and whatever the opposite of healing is
Where there was nothing to laugh about
but plenty to write about
I've considered myself to be recovered from my eating disorder for three years
But I still write about it in present tense
I also still keep all of my exes in my contact list
And for once, I don't want to write about this
For the first time I'm embarrassed instead of proud
Of all of the math things I've done for happiness
When a friend at dinner makes a casual comment on calories
the scoreboard in my head illuminates with numbers again
Once I cut a ribbon the size I wanted to be
and wore it around like my waist like a bracelet
Bathroom scales make me feel nostalgic
like a scrapbook I flip through snapshots of my sickness
the suppers of tobacco smoke and red lipstick
how I used to pack my lunchbox with floss and teeth whitening strips
Last night, I painted my nails when I was hungry
I can't eat until the polish is dry
I don't want to go into more detail
because what if you mistake this poem for an instruction manual?
I don't know how to talk about the rabbit hole
without accidentally inviting you to follow me down it
When recovery is not all yoga mats and tea and avocados, it is work
It is reminding me that sucking on ice cubes does not count as dinner
Body, forgive me
It is not healthy to drink so much water
that your body becomes a bathtub your organs float in like loofahs
Body, forgive me
Trying to ignore the caloric calculator in my head
is like trying to ignore television subtitles
and sometimes I just can't
Body, forgive me
Recovery is hard work
Not wanting to die is hard work
Every time you asked if I was full, I heard you say fat
But I'm trying so hard not to do that
But I cannot unmemorize the calories of a peppermint
Wanting to die is not the same as wanting to come home
And I'm still trying to remember that.
The grimiest part of me wishes I had stayed
In that familiar city of grey and mental illness
and whatever the opposite of healing is
Where there was nothing to laugh about
but plenty to write about
I've considered myself to be recovered from my eating disorder for three years
But I still write about it in present tense
I also still keep all of my exes in my contact list
And for once, I don't want to write about this
For the first time I'm embarrassed instead of proud
Of all of the math things I've done for happiness
When a friend at dinner makes a casual comment on calories
the scoreboard in my head illuminates with numbers again
Once I cut a ribbon the size I wanted to be
and wore it around like my waist like a bracelet
Bathroom scales make me feel nostalgic
like a scrapbook I flip through snapshots of my sickness
the suppers of tobacco smoke and red lipstick
how I used to pack my lunchbox with floss and teeth whitening strips
Last night, I painted my nails when I was hungry
I can't eat until the polish is dry
I don't want to go into more detail
because what if you mistake this poem for an instruction manual?
I don't know how to talk about the rabbit hole
without accidentally inviting you to follow me down it
When recovery is not all yoga mats and tea and avocados, it is work
It is reminding me that sucking on ice cubes does not count as dinner
Body, forgive me
It is not healthy to drink so much water
that your body becomes a bathtub your organs float in like loofahs
Body, forgive me
Trying to ignore the caloric calculator in my head
is like trying to ignore television subtitles
and sometimes I just can't
Body, forgive me
Recovery is hard work
Not wanting to die is hard work
Every time you asked if I was full, I heard you say fat
But I'm trying so hard not to do that
But I cannot unmemorize the calories of a peppermint
Wanting to die is not the same as wanting to come home
And I'm still trying to remember that.
not the princess I wanted to be but worth it
whats happening??!?!?!?! what??!
NOPE IVE MADE A NEW DECISION AND ITS NOT KAMALA HARRIS OR CORY BOOKER
Pete Buttigieg, Mayor in Indiana, is openly gay, BUT he also has a military history which is super important for commander in chief. He is also pretty young, which is what we need. A face of the future!
I cannot wait to have little boobs
I just can’t wait to be little
I need to hang my flowers. They're dying and I wanna preserve them.
Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh
You decide, if you're ever gonna let me know, yeah
Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh
I'm sad and low, yeah, I'm sad I know, yeah
Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh
You decide, if you're ever gonna let me know, yeah
Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh
I'm sad and low, yeah, I'm sad I know, yeah
You decide, if you're ever gonna let me know, yeah
Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh
I'm sad and low, yeah, I'm sad I know, yeah
Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh
You decide, if you're ever gonna let me know, yeah
Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh
I'm sad and low, yeah, I'm sad I know, yeah
Two entrancing songs are the split audios of
Cancer by MCR and ToP
Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri and ToP
Cancer by MCR and ToP
Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri and ToP
Save yourself I'll hold them back...
That song makes my chest hurt
I mean thats a lot of songs
Don't try and sleep through the end of the world...
I've lost control and I don't want it back.
it's personal
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