Sixteen. Sixteen. Sixteen. My bed feels like a person who doesn't want to hurt me. The trees are the arms that caress me. No fear.
Nothing is worth having to be smaller. And any love that requires you to be something that you are not, you should be afraid of.
People's personal philosophy is best defined by how they act and not what they say.
Gratitude can cure depression and anxiety. It can make life feel full.
But I would rather suffer than admit that I could make things better all alone.
I want to wait for a reason to be better.
Emotions via the moon
I scream and bite and bark
Feral
I've been contained all my life
Enclosed in a space that wasn't meant to fit a lifeform as massive as me
I lash out
Cramped and imprisoned by cycles of mood
hating every intangible conscious moment
Each death feels like the first
There is nothing in my head
Nothing beautiful or articulate
There is only starvation and self hatred and exhaustion because I cannot name or describe or understand myself
The patterns of violence
The holes of happiness
There is nothing and everything in everyone and also in me.
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irma <3
Thank you for the comments on my blogs I really appreciate them. This is great, you're amazing at writing <3
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