In the aftermath, self, trace the calendar with your memory, mark off the days. January, you were miserable. No need to sweeten this for you; you have too many cavities already. Unseen, unreachable. Worst year in a string of worst years.
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Trigger warning: The following post contains moderate references to eating disorders, self-harm, and depression. skin hot and heavy tear you off scratch my face until it bleeds half moons tattooed into my back why am i still sick PLEASE DON'T LET THIS HURT ANYMORE we watch diet culture consume live breathe eat stuff faces stop... Continue Reading →
Tires on the road, you are regressing, self, to the self you were before you woke. Nerves taut in your body, nerves snapping. All your atoms, every cell in your brain, pretending death in hopes of safety.