God the irony.
It’s actually insane.
I wrote my college essay the other day
About how I purged and it actually succeeded.
It’s funny.
That hasn’t happened yet, yet I act like all my efforts to stop are in vain.
Do I know deep down it’ll happen someday?
One day I won’t be able to stop- god am I really that conceited?
I remember my world used to be sunny,
Yet now I crave the pain
The pain of feeling like I almost cut enough to bleed- will it happen today?
Like it’s something I “needed.”
Holy **** this is pure irony.
Will the toilet finally stain?
Will the blood spill today?
Maybe it is something I needed… not needed I should say need.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 10:17 PM UTC
God the irony.
It’s actually insane.
I wrote my college essay the other day
About how I purged and it actually succeeded.
It’s funny.
That hasn’t happened yet, yet I act like all my efforts to stop are in vain.
Do I know deep down it’ll happen someday?
One day I won’t be able to stop- god am I really that conceited?
I remember my world used to be sunny,
Yet now I crave the pain
The pain of feeling like I almost cut enough to bleed- will it happen today?
Like it’s something I “needed.”
Holy **** this is pure irony.
Will the toilet finally stain?
Will the blood spill today?
Maybe it is something I needed… not needed I should say need.
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