"Memory of sun seeps from the heart", Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas)
born to be an idgafer forced to be a yearner
Without my mental illness I wouldn't know who I am but, because of my mental illness I have no sense of self. Like the logic is super crazy.
how does one get over a summer love?
I thought I felt this way because I miss you but I probably just have a disorder. Maybe it’s both.
i want to live out my anger, i want to be able to scream and smash, i want to defend myself like an adult. then why am i crying every time
next time you say something even slightly mean or offensive I’m going right for your throat
The way I was so upset and tired and I started to dissociate and drift off and then I got a text message from you and my mood instantly changed. I couldn’t stop smiling and I was bouncing on my feet. And you have no idea. Text me back u rat I need saving again.
Sometimes my anger is too much
The way it feels like the way I imagine it might if you smashed all the glass in your house from screaming and then used those shards to construct new eyes by digging them into the already existing ones.
The same way i imagine it might feel if I pressed nails into every inch of my skin
Like open heart surgery without any anaesthesia
Like constant electrocution
I’d rather any of those than to feel my own anger over the fact that you never text me back.
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To avoid the sick feeling I get from talking to people about my feelings I am vomiting them out here, enjoy.
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