I wonder how many people have yet to realize that I've been MIA for weeks now. . .
Had I been in my worst headspace, I would've used this as an excuse to rid the world of my body. . .
I'm better than that though. . .
Right?
I don't know. . .
I guess I just needed to hear myself say it. . .

The concept of dainty things is lovely
- dainty necklaces
- dainty rings
- dainty earrings
They are all so simple
They have the simplicity I wish for in life
Sometime I think to myself, "What even is simple?"

What if crying made you a superhero?
Not for others but for yourself?
For you to be able to see that you are indeed a strong badass of an individual!
I wish I thought of myself as such. . .

People are imperfect.

When that first tear rolls down your cheek burning, you know you've held it in for too long.
The pleading. . .
The begging. . .
The screaming. . .
The tear-stained pillows. . .
PLEASE, LORD!
Please. . .
Help me!

Where do I belong?
Why can't I die already?
Why do you still want me here?
How can I better serve you?
How do I know others really care?

I've gotten so used to trusting people only for them to hurt me.
People hurt me without even realizing it.

GOD, I'm trying to make it work. . .

If
Only
My
Thoughts
Could
Disintegrate
Like
Spider-Man

My dreams used to be my escape from all the hurt but now I can't stop thinking about food, even while sleeping.