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have you ever taken your hair out of a towel and found it completely dry? me neither. the odd part is i don't hate life i only hate who it's made me out to be how when i'm simmering in a soupy soapy bath of eucalyptus and hot water i can see my body so clearly see everything i despise so clearly *(on second thought it's only the things i love about myself that never come into focus.)* i can't stand how when i'm sad the tiniest things feel like malicious jabs to my stomach i could feel it the panic attack waiting for me lurking behind my heavy eyelids scratchy jeans mustard sleeves funeral apron polyethylene under my skin. *(i'm sorry if you think i'm not listening because chances are that i'm not it's not anything personal it's just that i live so completely in my own head that i occasionally forget what's going on)* last night before i fell asleep i gave the thoughts in my head names and personalities let them speak in their own original voices. *(of course in the morning i'd forgotten the details but they're still up there)* i keep seeing people who i don't want to talk to a sick side effect of leaving the house if there's anything i'm not it's bulletproof in an apron right in the head or relaxed in a bath.
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
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have you ever taken your hair out of a towel and found it completely dry? me neither. the odd part is i don't hate life i only hate who it's made me out to be how when i'm simmering in a soupy soapy bath of eucalyptus and hot water i can see my body so clearly see everything i despise so clearly *(on second thought it's only the things i love about myself that never come into focus.)* i can't stand how when i'm sad the tiniest things feel like malicious jabs to my stomach i could feel it the panic attack waiting for me lurking behind my heavy eyelids scratchy jeans mustard sleeves funeral apron polyethylene under my skin. *(i'm sorry if you think i'm not listening because chances are that i'm not it's not anything personal it's just that i live so completely in my own head that i occasionally forget what's going on)* last night before i fell asleep i gave the thoughts in my head names and personalities let them speak in their own original voices. *(of course in the morning i'd forgotten the details but they're still up there)* i keep seeing people who i don't want to talk to a sick side effect of leaving the house if there's anything i'm not it's bulletproof in an apron right in the head or relaxed in a bath.
Copyright 7/29/16 by B. E. McComb
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
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